#Quicksilver

[snazzynacho]

@imeatingyourfloorboards HELP

I just had a vision

[deyageka]

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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:

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[v1trum]

The acronym is getting long as hell but I had this thought like a few weeks ago

[hldjpg]

What’s with me and my habit of joining every fandom 9 years late

Anyways quick nightsilver doodles for tonight

[kleopatrik]

i have flashbacks

[scentofmint]

[wwprice1]

Mark Brooks is a genius!

[disguisedzoroark]

X-Men character redesigns, Part 2

This time had to make my faves, especially Pietro and Kurt (also giving design cohesion and actual romani features to the romani twins? Crazy I know). Took a lot of inspiration from Steve Orlando here, along with the Evan Peters Quicksilver, and the Spider Monkey for Nightcrawler

Again if you want any spesific characters, dont hesistate to comment them or something like that :)

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[slashafras]

Sticker sheets

I know I’m missing a few characters. I simply didn’t want to draw them.

[bamf-beter]

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[cult-lamb]

What about Peter Maximoff and an aphrodisiac? Poor speedy horny boy already has a crazy high sex drive, imagine if he was even needier!

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˖ ֹ੭୧ peter maximoff x female reader ⊹ ࣪

okay i do have some slight favouritism towards the request because i LOVE this trope sm.. but ill get all my requests done soon i pinky promise

MDNI 18+

PETER MAXIMOFF had only been snooping, he liked to snoop through you things, mostly out of boredom and curiosity. however, he found a very dark secret of yours, you had been keeping chocolate from him. peter felt slightly betrayed and he was hungry, so of course he ate the whole lot, all sixteen little chocolates, they had different fillings in them, caramel, mint, coconut, whatever, he was a little curious as to why you took them out of the wrappers and put them into a zip-lock, but he wasn't one to judge, especially when he got chocolate out of it.

he settled onto your bed and entertained himself with rummaging through your nightstand, peter slowly started to feel hot and sweaty, his skin prickled uncomfortably and his brain felt cloudy, he let out a hot breathe and went to speed to the window, only to find his limbs plant cooperate at the speed he wanted, his pulse beat loudly in his ears as peter tragically fell off your bed, his cock brushed against the hardwood floor and he almost came in his pants, a loud moan tore from his throat as his thighs trembled violently, his fists curled into the hardwood floor, his skin reddening and pulsing with want.

peter found himself helplessly grinding against the floor, he usually produced quite a fair amount of pre-cum, but he felt wet, he could feel the substance sticking to his boxers and thighs - even his jeans started to develop a little wet patch. he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, blocking out the light that suddenly felt like too much as his cock twitched pathetically erratically, peter felt more sensitive than he had ever felt in his short lived life. sweat poured down his forehead as he tried to catch any hint of cool relief from the floor below him.

your footsteps thudded against the hallway floors, but they rang loudly in his ears, peter whimpered and lifted one of his shaking hands and uselessly tried to covered his ears with them, as if it might dampen the pounding noise of his heartbeat. you opened your bedroom door, expecting to see peter lazing on your bed as usual with his cocky smirk and one of your items in his hands, instead peter was crumpled on the floor in a twitchy, trembling wreck as his fingers clawed at his ears. his breath hitched in rugged sobs, fat tears steaming down his flushed cheeks. his lips were puffy, bitten raw in his pathetic effort to stay quiet, but the helpless, needy whines poured out, his whole body shaking with the strain of attempting to pull himself together.

"peter?" you quirked a brow, he whimpered as his name fell from your lips, his whole body twitching as his sobs deepened, your eyes fell to the empty zip-lock bag 'hidden' in your rubbish, and then it clicked. "did you eat all of those?" peter nodded against your floor, his cheek dragging against the wood with a nasty noise. "those were aphrodisiacs, idiot." you chided gently, tapping his rosy red nose with one of your fingers, the heat of his skin causing your eyes to widen slightly, "jesus, they really fucked you up, huh?" peter whined in response, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, cringing slightly at the sweat gathered on his brow, "fuck, you are really hot, c'mon baby, up onto the bed, i'll sort you out, hm?"

you stood up straight, dumping your bag and pushing it with your foot out of your way, your hands grasped peter's shoulders as you attempted to push him upwards into a sitting position, however, pushing a 5'11, muscular man who was basically dead weight proved to not be an easy task, "you gotta help me, baby, c'mon, sit up for me" peter whined and only fell back against you, you sighed and let his head fall back into your chest. there was no way you couldn't get him onto the bed in the state he was in without help, and you rightly assumed that peter likely would not want anyone to see him in his current situation. "sit up for mommy," you tried, peter let out a breathy moan and his back straightened. you chuckled, despite yourself, of course peter maximoff would have a mommy kink.

you eventually managed to roll peter onto the bed, by that point his cock was hurting with how badly he needed to cum, you pulled him out of his boxers and his tip was almost purple and leaking pre-cum like crazy, you wrapped your hand around him and stroked his length, occasionally having to bring your hand away to wipe off the excess pre-cum on your palm. peter whined and bucked his hips erratically, he was weeping by that point, snot and saliva mixing with his tears and smearing over his face. you took pity on him and removed your panties, stationing yourself onto of him, you sunk down onto his throbbing, hot length, you both let out a long moan, his cock felt far bigger than usual, and he wasn't small normally, you could have sworn you felt his blunt cock head kiss your cervix.

peter shifted his hips instantly, his lethargic hands coming up to lazily pull your tits from your shirt, you leaned forward to get into a easier position to ride him, you gasped as peter's lips locked around your nipple, his mouth was so hot, it almost burnt, you gasped against his shoulder for a few moments before rocking your hips, bringing them up and then letting them fall, you felt peter cum from underneath you, he let out a loud moan, big tears falling rapidly from his eyes, you were a little surprised that he even so quickly, you waited for him to come down from his high, his body twitching violently with the after-shocks, you went to lift yourself off of him before realising he was still as hard as rocks.

"please mommy, please" petter begged prettily from beneath you, his crying never ceasing, and well, who were you to deny him. you did slip off his cock, you felt an abnormally large amount of cum drip back out of you, making a sticky white mess on your thighs. you crawled down his body and positioned your mouth over his cock, you have his tip a few teasing kisses, his hips bucked with every little sensation, even when you took a moment to breathe, he whined. you relaxed your throat and widened it as wide as you could before gently sinking down his cock, dragging your teeth down his length, the veins hugely prominent in your mouth, his hand guided you down him, it felt like his cock went on forever before it finally stopped halfway down your oesophagus, you gagged and chucked sound him, peter only sobbed and whined above you, rocking his hips roughly, you braved your hands against his thighs and closed your eyes as tears slipped down your own cheeks. you tried to breathe through your nose, but that proved to help very little, you managed to suck in little pockets air when peter thrusted out before you were being chocked against as his cock stuffed your throat. finally, peter thrust twice into your mouth roughly and he came down your sore throat, you chocked and pulled off of him suddenly as you coughed some of it back up.

why did this take like a million years to write only to end up absolutely HORRIBLE, please ignore my horrible smut writing skills (and any mistakes i wrote this in one sitting)

TAGS ㆍ @anxiousgrungynympho

[lostreverb]

the costume designer for this suit needs a raise...

[it-meant-nothing]

Wanda Maximoff // Erik Lehnsherr

Your son is right there, please—

[darealsaltysam]

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

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[bohnerrific69]

how peter's hair turned silver.

includes: some of my peter maximoff's headcanons.

content: aligned with mcu universe, forget mutations. fem!reader insert too. dad!peter mention, and luna maximoff as well (quicksilver's canon-daughter in the comics); her appeareance is ooc here. albinism and piebaldism mention. english is not my first language.

lia's notes.ᐟ this was supposed to be a silly post of me rambling some thoughts, but i always think deeper about peter so i transformed into a whole post! it's short but with much love. ♡ btw i'm biased with the mcu main universe, that's why i specifically imagine him here not being a mutant since born, yet having the origin of his powers outsourced (like wanda's and many other chars in mcu) by another happening in his childhood. fun fact: rogue from x-men has piebaldism too!!

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too many people didn't know, but peter's hair was brown before turning into silver, and the transformation of colors happened with some kind of — ancestral and dormant — piebaldism genes in the family being "activated" when he originated/got his powers.

and the reason why silver and not white? the true answer, he didn't know — or cared that much —, he didn't have any confirmation but peter's theory was that because he didn't have piebaldism actually present since was a baby, the brown wouldn't lose its colors that much, turning more into silver than white.

and besides him trying to dye his hair, it doesn't always stay the color he chose for very long, fading quickly because of this making him touch it up more often than a normal person if he wanted the different color to stay.

so he eventually ends up just giving up trying to hide it and learning to love this new style, embracing —one more, besides being an adhd neurodivergent— permanent statement of how different he was and would always be from all people. not that normal people would know how it happened and care that much how it looked, it was fun changing hair colors these days, even if the color peter (involuntarily) choosed wasn't that popular. but he couldn't evict that sometimes some other stupid teenagers in high school would make a big deal of this for him, so somehow minutes later they would always end up tripping or falling embarrassingly somewhere with their shoelaces tied up, how convenient.

jumping now to when peter has his thirties, with you already carrying the 'ms. maximoff' name around wherever place you'd go with the ring he put on your finger and the baby on you as well, — luna, name your husband suggested and you agreed on keeping it — she already was in her shiny 6 years old, speeding and yapping around as a mini feminine copy of peter.

neither you nor him knowed what to expect of a child like luna, her personality or appearance. — "surprise is the main element in the blood of the maximoffs" he chuckled with tempering tears still present when he first saw the tiny little bundle of joy in his arms. — but when she arrived, you couldn't be more happy, your little powerpuff girl.

peter's theories about his transformed hair and genetics possibly passing to his children couldn't be more right when he saw her, it felt almost like a funny easter egg about him and his family now. some piebaldism genes were passed to his little girl, who had a white-silverish hair and violet eyes that resonated to her own powers; standing out among other people wasn't difficult.

pretty sure it doesn't matter if the baby isn't luna, if it's a baby boy too, the first-born would always look like a mini copy of peter, what can we say? his genes are strong, the powers helped a bunch enhancing that. if you both wanted more kids after, they would always gracefully be a match between you and him, the personalities and physiques too. the most highlighted part of each one of them that be screaming "quicksilver's kids" would be their hairs with white or silverish hairstreaks, the piebaldism present now in the family for a long long time.

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🏷 taglist (be added): @cult-lamb @evanpetersbf @h0neyst4rz @homicidal-mother @marchsfreakshow @melsimps @mistysconcilium @mysticsandmagic05 @nugg4tsdeer @strawb3rrystar @wcnderlnds @xxrei222 @xrag-dollx // -> @cas-backwards-tie @colinzabelswife @dewdropkisses @evesdust @gabbiezinhaaa @gl00m-d00m @hellnoleave @icarusuprisings-blog @nygmawest @opoyend @raccoon-tsu @sunnyglitchs123 @tatesdisasterofalover @unpeellievable <- i'm tagging people who interacted with this post in any kind of way, being liking or commenting. yeah i belated to release these headcanons! 'm sorry! <3