#Peter Maximoff gives good hugs

[wcnderlnds]

spooky scary movies | peter maximoff

✧ fluff/angstober day one | scary movies ✧

・❥・warnings: peter is a lil suggestive bc he’s peter and mentions of chucky ig. ・❥・ authors note: a day later than i wanted but we here. also trying out a new format 💕

“Sweet! What snacks we got?” Peter jumped over the back of the couch, sitting down next to you. It took him no time at all to start rummaging through the snacks you’d placed on the small coffee table.

Somehow, you had managed to convince Peter to have a scary movie marathon with you. Spooky season was finally here and there was no better way to kick things off than with a marathon of all the best spooky movies. It was even more of a necessity when Peter had told you he hadn’t seen most of the ones you’d listed off to him. How could he not have seen the classics like Friday The 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?

Peter wasn’t exactly the type of guy that sat and watched movies. He had tried — he had really tried so many times but sitting still for such a long period of time wasn’t in his repertoire. Focusing on just one thing for more than ten minutes was hard, he constantly had to be on the go, had to be doing something. Sitting down and watching something for almost two hours seemed like torture to him. It was so slow. Too slow but for you, he’d get his shit together and give it a go even if it pained him. Besides, it was worth it to see the wide smile on your face. Your excitement made him feel all gross and tingly inside — he hated the feeling and loved it all at the same time.

“Peter,” you scolded him, batting his hands away. “Don’t finger all the food before the movies even started.”

“I’d like to finger someth-” You cut him off with your hand over his mouth before he could even finish his sentence.

“Behave,” you blushed, moving your hand away when he licked your palm. “Gross.”

He snickered, quickly snatching a Twinkie off the table. He leaned back against the couch, ripping it open and almost stuffing the whole thing in his mouth. All you could do was roll your eyes. Typical Peter but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

The silver haired speedster had had your heart for the last six months. It had been a slow blossoming romance. It had started with lingering looks, hugs that lasted longer than they should’ve until one day he had ran right up to you and, in a flurry of words, had asked you on a date. From there things had only grown and here you were now.

Peter’s arms were stretched out on the back of the couch, one of his legs crossed over the over. He looked like the epitome of comfortable as he finished chewing his Twinkie. “We’re watching the one with the weird doll first, right?”

“Chucky and yes, we are.” She hit play on the movie. Peter had insisted they watch this one first because the idea of a killer doll seemed hilarious to him.

An hour into the movie and you were cuddled into his side with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. His leg was bobbing up and down, his fingers drumming on the arm of the couch. It was getting harder and harder for him to stay still but the fact he was trying for you warmed your heart. You looked at him, his eyes were focused on the movie until you placed your hand on his bouncing knee.

“Hey,” he smiled down at you.

“You hate this, don’t you?”

“What? No! I…. it’s just hard for me to stay still but I’m enjoying it, promise. Being here with you, watching this freaky little doll is a blast. Promise, babe.”

You searched his eyes for any sign that he was just telling you what you wanted to hear. When you found none, you cupped his cheek. “You’re too good to me, Peter Maximoff.”

“Pfft, shutup.”

“Make me.”

Peter grinned. In one swift movement, his lips were on yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands gripped your hips to pull you into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck as you settled into him. His tongue traced along your bottom lip and it took no time at all for you to part your lips, his tongue meeting yours. The movie was completely forgotten now. As the kiss grew more passionate, Peter slid his hands under your shirt, holding your waist. A content sigh passed his lips briefly before they captured yours again.

It was very, very reluctantly that he pulled away. His forehead rested gently on yours, his eyes closed until he spoke and ruined the moment in only the way he could. “So, this Chucky doll… he’s totally real, right?”

[permanentmess]

confession (peter maximoff x fem!reader)

a/n: i really wanted to make a part two to this blurb/oneshot where they finally confess to each other, but then work, travel, and entering senior year of college got in the way. sorry about the delay!

this can easily be read as a stand alone + as gender neutral (i think)

word count: 645

warnings: light cussing, fluff, mentions of injuries. meant to just be short and sweet! sort of proofread

GIF NOT MINE

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Despite your intense schedule last week, this week was actually quite lax. Other than the occasional training session or small homework assignment that needed to be graded, you actually were able to relax in your spare time. 

But, you hadn’t seen Peter much. He was sent on multiple missions in a row and you wished he was around. You wanted nothing more than for him to come bother you every spare moment he had, and the ache set itself in your chest the longer you thought of him. 

Shaking your head, you walk to your closet for a pair of pajamas. You grab the most recent book you had picked up from the store and rested against your pillows. The ache subsided, but didn’t leave entirely. 

You’ve been staring at the same page as you have the past five minutes when you get a knock at your door. You furrow your eyebrows, but set a bookmark in your book and open the door. Peter is standing in front of you, X-Men suit still on and hair disheveled. 

“Peter, what are you doing here? I thought you came back tomorrow,” you lean forward to give him a hug but hesitate, because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. He did just get back from a mission, presumably, and he sometimes got overstimulated from them. 

He almost knocks you back with the force he uses to wrap you in his arms. You wrap your arms around him just as tightly and walk you both back into your room, shutting the door with a quick push of your hand. He buries his face in your neck, mumbling something you can’t quite make out. Your stomach tenses, but you push it down. 

“What?”

“Finished early, and I got hurt and something happened so Charles had me come back.” You try to pull back but he tightens his hold, if that was even possible. 

“You got hurt?”

He nods against you. “‘S nothing. Just some cuts, maybe a broken ankle, it doesn’t matter. I had to pretend I wasn’t a mutant to protect myself so I couldn’t use my powers. Good news is, I got the blueprints.” 

“Peter, what the fuck, sit down.” He won’t let go of you, but you manage to gently push him onto the edge of your bed, wanting to take the weight off of his feet. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ll heal pretty fast,” he says, but even to his own ears he sounds unconvinced. 

“Look at me.” He doesn’t want to leave the comfort of your warmth, but he obliges. He sees tears pooling in your eyes and feels guilty. 

“I promise it’s not that bad. I’ll get help after this, I just had to see you.” 

You continued to look at him, finally analyzing the injuries that you could see, since his body was covered. It looks like he has a black eye forming. His lip is cut open and you reach a finger up to brush the space around the injury. He reaches his hand up to hold yours to his face, so you gently run your thumb along his cheek. Peter winces slightly at the contact with another cut, right where he had placed your hand, but he craves your touch too much to focus on it. 

You’re not sure who leans forward, you’re pretty sure it’s him, but he encapsulates your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips are cracked but you don’t mind, softly running your thumb along a non-hurt part of skin. He takes this as a sign to deepen the kiss, but he quickly runs out of air and pulls back, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls your hand away from his face, holding it instead. 

“I think I may have broken some ribs,” he winces. 

“Peter!”

He grins and goes in to kiss you again.

[evanpeterspeter]

AN: In celebration of me being on my period, (yay being a woman..) I figured, why not there be head cannons of the Evan’s response to you being on that time of the month. It’s something small but why not. Theres also a little bit of NSFW, so fair warning.

Ps. It is my birthday today 😽🫶

TW: Blood, NSFW, oral, fingering, unprotected p in v and stuff

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Tate Langdon

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Tate would set up a heating pad for you and

Grab you your favorite book to read

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Play your favorite music and rest his head on your lower stomach, in hopes the weight of him might help the cramps.

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Would pepper kisses everywhere to help distract the pain

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He would sit criss crossed on the bed facing you and will rub your clit to help ease the pain, until you finish

Kit Walker

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Kit would kiss your lower stomach and give you a deep massage where your uterus lays

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Would buy you chocolate and your favorite desserts

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Would do all the house work and chores for you, whilst you get plenty of rest (He'll be wearing your frilly apron while doing all the work)

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He would dick you down so good, it'll cure those cramps by how deep he hits in you, completely bottoming himself out

Kyle Spencer

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Kyle would take you out for a nice dinner

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He would take you shopping and even surprise you with flowers

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He doesn't know what exactly the difference is between pads and tampons, so he buys them both.

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He is very respectful when it comes to sex on your period and no matter how horny he is, he'll always respect your boundaries. Which turns you on.. so now you guys are going missionary

Jimmy Darling

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Jimmy would take care of you like as if you were sick

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His mom would also make you some soup and home baked buttered bread, then he would hand feed you

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He'd make sure that nothing and nobody would bother you

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Would finger fuck you so hard, that your legs would shake and quiver afterwards.

James Patrick March

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James would make everything romantic no matter what

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Would set up a warm bubble bath with candles, with rose petals on the surface of the water and with a glass of wine on the side

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Would pamper you and caress you up and down, leaving kisses and love bites all over

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Would kiss up your thighs and eat you out. Even when it's all a bloody mess, he loves the taste. Especially since it's you

Kai Anderson

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Kai isn't really the kind to pamper you. He thinks it's being vulnerable

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You're only allowed to skip one meeting for cramps/major discomfort, but you would have to make it up to him later

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He also gets irritated when you're PMSing, but will soon apologize, not by words but by showing physical touch, such as in hugging behind you, nuzzling your neck and much more

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Kai's idea of curing your cramps is to fuck you with a vibrator hard and fast. Your whole body and core will be shaking after, and once you finish he'll rail you to the bed. No protection, no towel, he'll leave the blood everywhere to show what mess he created from you

Warren Lipka

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Warren would let you lay in his flannel and will spoon you in bed, placing his warm hands over your lower belly to cradle

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He would pass you a blunt to ease the pain and to help you relax

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He's too lazy to cook, so he'll probably make you a bowl of cereal

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He would let you ride him all much as you wanted. Until of course when he finishes in you.

Peter Maximoff

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Peter would do anything for you, no matter how crazy the request might be

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Would "buy" you junk food in seconds

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He would let you sit on his lap while you play one of his video games on the tv, while rubbing your lower tummy in a circular motion

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Sure he's fast, but you don't know fast until he finger fucks you and using his other hand to rub your tender aching clit like a vibrator

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Tag list: @evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans x short reader

for all my short queens <3

p.s. please let me know if you think any of these are incorrect

p.p.s. send in requests for more hc's & fics!! also lmk if you wanna be tagged in any of my writing :)

tate langdon

would occasionally be the big spoon bc you're so much shorter

gently pokes you in the forehead or cheek to get your attention

loves it when you wear his sweaters and the sleeves are extra long so you wrap your hands up like they're mittens

just envelops you in his arms after you've had a tiring day at school

bear hugs so he can rest his chin on top of your head bc you're the perfect height <3

plants a million little kisses in your hair when you're cuddling (and sniffs your delectable shampoo in the process)

kit walker

would lift you onto the kitchen counter to make out

would get things off high shelves for you after putting them there so you would ask for his help

stooping down to kiss your neck

forehead kisses in the kitchen

loves braiding your hair

"short stuff"

frat kyle

would call you "shortie" and chuckle when you thwack his arm

always has an arm around your shoulder at parties

franken kyle

would give you "uppies" to reach high shelves

random piggy back rides around the house bc you're his "lil princess"

cuddles 24/7

jimmy darling

straddling him while you make out

“shortcake"

feels so protective over you

likes knowing he can keep you safe

loves holding you in his arms (you fit so perfectly <3)

always whispering filthy things into your ear

loves it when you lean up and kiss his jaw

james patrick march

always carrying you everywhere bridal style

spoils you with lavish gowns that he pays to have hemmed

buys you all the high heels you could ever want

kai anderson

would enjoy the fact that he's taller and more powerful than you are

would call you "bunny" and "doll" (pretends it's degrading, but he actually thinks you're adorable)

when you've been extra good, he pats his lap "c'mere little lamb"

ruthless short jokes

amused when you try to reach things off high shelves and fail

peter maximoff

would throw you over his shoulder and dance or run around

head pats

"babygirl"

lifts you off your feet when he gives you hugs

[fandomnerd9602]

Closing a Book

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

They say when one door closes, another opens. For you, the door closed on one Wanda Maximoff and another opened on a miss Petra Parker - the spectacular Spider Girl.

You loved every minute of every day you could spend with your spider monkey. She was incredible in every sense of the word. You loved spending time with her Aunt May and Petra loved spending time with your family.

But something always bothered you. When Wanda decided to dump you for Vision, it left you with many questions. And those questions pounded on your mind daily.

You needed to find the answers. So one day you took a little jaunt up to the town of Westview. Despite how they had hurt you, you bought a small suburban house for the happy couple. They were still Avengers and a Stark always looks after their teammates.

You walk up to the front door of the nondescript house in the middle of a suburb in Westview. Was this a good idea? Was Wanda gonna catapult you off her porch with a blast of magic.

You ready yourself to knock the door but Vision opens the door and gives you a gentle smile, “(Y/N), it’s wonderful to see you.”

“Hey Vis” you give him a little hug. In truth, before this whole Wanda thing, Vision was the closest thing you had to a brother. You kind of missed these little interactions.

“Come on in. Wanda’s in the guest room.” He guides you into the living room.

Wanda comes down the stairs a few seconds later, covered in a little bit of paint and caulk. “Detka I can’t find the screwdriver” she tries to tell Vision but she gasps when she sees you, “(Y/N) hey”

“Hey Wanda”

“What brings you by?”

“I-I can come back later. Remodeling? Or are you trying a new style. Cause it works for you”

She gives you a smile, your jokes were never that good but she loved it, “no no I’m…I’m decorating the nursery”

“Nursery? You and Vision?”

“Yeah we’re adopting. Two little boys from Salem.” She explains.

“C-congrats. You’ll make a great mother.” Your mind briefly races, “so uhh…the reason I’m here is…well that is to say…I-I…”

Wanda’s eyes quickly flash red. She gives you a sad smile, “you want closure”

“Y-yeah I guess so?” You find yourself a little confused that she was able to word in such-

“I read your mind, Stark” she gives a little sad laugh.

“So…” you try to formulate what you need to say, “what happened to us?”

“Let answer with another question. Did you love me?” She looks you in the eyes, no anger only compassion.

“Yes” you answer, “but it seemed like you and Vision were…were…”

Wanda takes your hand, “I know. That was my mistake. It was never you.” A few tears make their way down her face, “You were amazing and thoughtful but you were never mine”

The words cut you a little deep. “Oh”

“Vision and I we just…click. What’s it like when you’re with Petra? When she holds your hand.”

“I feel every problem melts away,” your mind wanders to Petra. “I love her smile. The way she looks at me and her family. The way she upstages me and corrects my math or fixes a design”

Wanda lets out a little laugh, “see? I tried to comprehend what you were saying most of the time but I couldn’t.”

“Really? I’m sorry” you try to hide your face a little.

“No it’s great. You’ve found your other half (Y/N) Stark. Don’t let her go.”

You look to your phone, its wallpaper being an image of you and Petra together. Your heart flutters. “I won’t. Not now, not ever.”

You give Wanda and Vision hugs and depart back to New York. You drive straight to Petra’s apartment.

You knock on her door. Aunt May answers, smiles and lets you in. You walk right over to Petra who’s currently sitting on the couch.

“Baby?” She asks, getting to her feet. “Where have you been? Are you alright?”

You simply hug her tight, you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent.

“You’re my other half” you whisper in her ear.

“And you’re mine.”

Tags @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @jacenradio7 @texaswolf23 @russianredassassin @revanshand @pinklawyerwinnerzonk

[wh0re43van]

Frogger- Peter Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Teasing Peter Maximoff. That's it. Thats the fic.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A little smutty (pg 13-ish), weed, kinda slow burn

A/n: This came to me while staring at a wall for 20 minutes after five bong rips. It was written in like an hour at midnight and only proofread once; probably a fair amount of typing errors. Thank you for reading !!

Pt 2

I lay on Peters bed listening to one of his Pink Floyd cassettes and sipping on a coca cola awaiting his return. I met peter at the arcade a couple months ago and we hit it off immediately… well, after we finished arguing over who got to the Pac-Man game first. He zoomed in front of me, seeming to appear out of thin air. I yelled at him, saying that I was there first and I had already put my token in, after he backed down, then we hit it off. He showed me some secretes he’d learned about the game then we went to get coffee. I’ve spoken to him almost every day since. He quickly became a close friend.

“Knock knock,” he says walking into the room. He’d zoomed out to re-up. I hop off his bed, setting my soda down on the coffee table as I approach him. I’m happy to see him, but even more excited to check out the weed.

“About damn time,” I joke as he tosses me the baggie.

“What? I was gone for literally five minutes,” he laughs, taking a seat on his couch.

“That’s awfully long for you, eh Quickie,” I sit down next to him grinning. “Shit, I left my papers in my car,” I frown, before picking up my keys and dangling them in front of Peter. He rolls his eyes, taking the car keys and speeding out and back, within seconds he’s tossing the rolling papers into my lap. “Thank you,” I bat my lashes at him.

“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, opening a bag of chips. He watches me as I break up the weed and begin to roll the joint.

“Damn you’re good at that,” he says genuinely impressed as he crunches on the Doritos.

“Well, I have a lot of experience,” I laugh sparking the joint, taking a deep hit. He’s told me that he didn’t smoke a whole lot before he met me, maybe I’m a bad influence. Then again, I had never stolen anything until I met him; so I guess it cancels out.

I pass the joint to peter as I exhale the smoke. “Good shit,” I laugh as I try stifle a cough. Peter takes a hit, immediately coughing so hard his face turns red.

“Goddman,” he chokes out, I hand him my soda in attempt to ease his coughing. “Wow I already feel it,” he says after he takes a sip, his voice raspy from the hot smoke and hacking as he sets the glass bottle down next to him.

“I think the coughing makes you higher,” I giggle, wiping off the ash off my skirt.

“I think you’re right, shit,” he sighs. “You feel it yet?” he asks looking at me through lidded eyes.

“Not quite, my tolerance is pretty high,” I laugh then take another hit before grabbing his Atari controller. “Wanna play frogger?” I ask.

“Stupid question,” he scoffs, zooming to the gaming console, looking for the correct game cassette. I take the time to admire how handsome Peter is, the way his white t-shirt hugs his toned arms, his constantly messy silver hair that falls perfectly into his face, his perfect skin- despite how much junk food he eats.

‘Damn he looks good,’ I think to myself as I take another hit off the joint, lounging on his crumb covered couch with the tan controller resting in my other hand. Peter zooms back to me.

“321 go!” He shouts, starting the game.

“Shit Pete I wasn’t ready,” I shoot up dropping the blunt, Peter of course catches it before it hits the ground then pops it into his mouth. I die almost instantly.

“You lose,” he takes the controller out of my hand replacing it with the joint. “My turn!” He gives me a shit eating grin that I’ve grown to adore. I roll my eyes.

“Alright Quickie,” I begin as his fingers move in a blur on the Atari controller. “Lets make this a competition. Best 2/3. Winner gets a whole joint to themselves,” I smirk.

“Oh you’re on,” he laughs, not looking away from the television. I cover his eyes with my hands, causing him to die. “Dude!” he shouts at me. I grin taking the controller. “You loose, my turn!” I mock him. He laughs, leaning back on the couch. I last a while, ultimately missing the log, dying when I fall into the water.

“425, beat that,” I proudly hand him the controller.

“Pft, in my sleep,” he scoffs, and he’s right. He quickly beats my score with a whopping 683. “You sure you wanna continue, man?” he smirks. “You can still back out and just split the joint, and keep your pride intact,” he offers with a smug grin. Instead of getting irritated, I develop a plan.

“Oh, I’m sure Peter,” I smirk back. “But could you go first? You’re so great, I’d like to know the final score I have to beat,” I ask batting my lashes.

“Uh, sure. Okay,” he agrees even though he looks confused. He starts the next game, doing very well of course. Without him noticing, I pull my sweater down to show some cleavage before I reach over him to grab my cola sitting on the opposite side of him. My chest sets even with his eyes as I grab the cold glass bottle. Peters fingers slow and a light pink settles on his cheeks. He clears his throat, as I sit back down on the couch.

“Alright man, you can’t distract me that easily,” he laughs it off, even though he’s still blushing, glancing between me and the screen.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just thirsty,” I smirk as I use my tongue to bring the paper straw into my mouth, staring at Peters eyes that keep finding their way back to me. I slowly slide the straw out of my mouth, my tinted lip gloss leaving a ring on the white paper.

“Mmm,” I moan, leaning closer to him as I savor the taste of the cherry cola. “This is really good Peter, how’d you know that cherry’s my favorite?” I ask lowly. His eyes go wide, his frog gets hit by a truck earning him a score of 237

“Come on!” the speedster shouts. “That’s totally unfair! How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re being all hot and shit?” he asks, his cheeks still pink.

“You think I’m hot?” I giggle, taking the controller from his hands. His cheeks burn even brighter when he realizes that he just admitted that he thinks I’m hot.

I easily beat his score; he doesn’t even try to stop me. “Fetch me my weed,” I grin, holding out my hand. He rolls his eyes, but in instant the weed, papers and lighter are in my hand. “Thanks, Quickie,” I wink before quickly rolling another joint.

I lean back on the arm of the couch, watching Peter as his eyes follow the joint going between my lips, staring as I French inhale the smoke. His bloodshot eyes watch in awe and I can’t help but smile at his obvious ogling.

“Let’s watch something,” I smile, standing up and walking toward the tv, taking another hit.

“Sure,” he sighs in relief. “What movie are you th…” he trails off when I bend over, my short skirt exposing the smallest amount of my ass. I pretend not to notice, picking up a random VHS.

“What about Jaws?” I turn, asking him innocently. He blinks shaking his head as if trying to release himself from a trance.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “Yeah s-sure dude. What, uh, whatever you th-think sounds good,” he clears his throat again, staring into my eyes, not even blinking. I can tell that he’s trying extremely hard not to look at my sweater that’s still pulled down or my skirt that’s ridden up my thighs. I can almost hear him saying to himself ‘don’t look, don’t look, don’t look…’. I’m enjoying every moment of this.

I smile as I bend down to slip the VHS into the player, I turn to catch Peter adjusting his pants. He quickly removes his hand, giving me a huge grin trying not look guilty. I put the spliff back in my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

I walk over to the couch, tapping the joint out and setting it in the ash tray. As the movie starts to play, I take a seat next to peter, throwing my legs over his, allowing my skirt to fall down my thighs towards my stomach, and Peter seems to notice. His breath hitches in his throat, glancing back and forth between the movie and my thighs. We sit like this for the first part of the movie, eventually he relaxes a bit, getting into the film. I watch as the light from the screen bounces of his sharp features. I smirk as I lean up to Peter.

“You have something on your face,” I say quietly. He watches as I take my thumb in my mouth, wetting it to wipe the dried frosting off his cheek. His face floods red, he’s adorable.

“What’s wrong Peter?” I ask, still only inches from his face. “Why so quiet all of the sudden?” I lean into whisper in his ear. He visibly shutters as my breath hits his skin, a barely noticeable sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. I’m satisfied with his reaction. “Do I make you nervous, Peter?” I ask, wiping the sweat off his face. He turns to look at me.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “N-no, of course not. It’s just, uhm, a little warm in here, th-that’s all,” he stutters, staring at me with his glossy brown eyes.

“Hm,” I pretend to think about his response. “You’re right,” I grin before pulling my grey sweater over my head, leaving me in my short skirt and white tank top that clings to my curves and barely covers my cleavage. He audibly gasps with wide eyes, not bothering to hide his staring.

“It’s getting even more hot in here all of the sudden,” he pulls at the neck of his shirt trying to cool himself off.

“Maybe you should take this off then,” I suggest, toying with the hem of the shirt. “Might cool you off,” I don’t drop his gaze as I reach for my cola, taking another sip.

“I-uh… y-yeah, sure, m-maybe you’re, uhm right,” he stumbles over his words before clumsily taking off the white t-shirt. I’m surprised that he actually did it, but definitely not disappointed. I drink in the picture Infront of me. The nervous boy fidgeting with his hands, a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks and toned torso, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all of my doing. The sight makes my core ache.

“Your goggles are crooked,” I observe as I slowly crawl on top of him to straddle his waist, giving him time to stop me, incase I’m taking it too far.

He just gulps, watching as I settle on his lap. I place one hand on his chest, using the other to adjust the silver goggles, my chest at his eye level once again. I catch his eyes, now glossed over with lust rather than THC, watching me as I smooth his hair down. As I sit back, my core against his crotch, I can feel his excitement through his pants, he bounces his leg rapidly in anticipation, watching, waiting for whatever it is that I’m going to do to him next.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?” I smile, my skirt completely bunched up around my waist, exposing the entirety of my white thong.

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracks. “I’m totally fine,” his words come out shaky as he stares at my exposed underwear.

“I’ll move if you want, Peter,” I slowly grind my crotch against his, the friction on my core feels amazing. “Just tell me and I’ll move,” I offer with pleasure laced in my tone, hoping that he doesn’t ask me to stop.

He doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small whimper as I put more pressure and speed into my movements. I slowly dip down to his neck, giving him time to stop me if he desires, leaving wet kisses on his jugular. I swear I can feel how hard his heart is beating.

“You taste so sweet, Peter,” I whisper in his ear, continuing my grinding on his erection through his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his breathing shallow and quick. I slowly slide my hands down to his buckle, still moving my hips as I trail my kisses closer to his lips. I pop the buckle open and bite down on his lip gently, he gasps against my mouth.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Goddamnit

My digital wristwatch signals that it’s time to pick my little brother up from school. I hop off Peter, he furrows his brows.

“I gotta go man, I gotta pick up my brother,” I explain, he just watches in confusion as I slide my sweater back on my body, adjusting my skirt and putting on my shoes. I head to the steps, he jumps up as if he’s just now processed what’s happened.

“Hey, wait, you can’t leave me like this,” he whines, his erection prominent in his blue jeans. “We were having fun,” he frowns. I smile widely.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” I wink. “My weeds here dude, you know I’ll be back,” I laugh walking away from the shirtless, frustrated, confused boy standing with a raging boner in the middle of his room.

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hi ive been obsessed w fez for the last two weeks and ur fics are the best ones.

i am literally obsessed w u so thank u for helping me w my ‘fez fever’

i live for the fez x reader x (platonic) ash. i love when ash and reader banter and tease eachother 😭

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"You guys know you could do this anywhere else but here." Ash's deep groan from the other side of the room forces Fez away from me, my lips chasing his as he backs away from me. His hands stabilize me on each side of my hips, my legs hanging off the edge of the counter between us. "Like fucking go make out in the car or some shit." I bite back a giggle at Ash's complaining, watching Fez's cheeks redden in embarrassment and his chest puff in protectiveness.

"Oh, is our love bothering you?" I call out over my shoulder, not needing to see the look on Ash's face to know he's beyond disgusted and beyond annoyed.

"You guys are like fucking rabbits, always making out and shit." I push Fez away from me with a huff, hopping down from the counter so I can peer under the cabinet at Ash who sits in the living room, draped across the loveseat.

"Then leave the room Ash, no one's asking you to hang around." Fez groans, giving me a sorry look as his hand rubs up and down my back.

"It's my goddamn house-"

"And I pay the goddamn bills so I'll kiss my woman where I want." I can't fight the laugh that leaves me this time, Fez's hand slapping over my mouth instantly and Ash gives me a deadly look.

"Boys, seriously. I think I know what's going on." I push Fez away from me and wave my hands between them, stepping away from Fez so I can approach Ash with hands held up, mocking surrender. "I think Ash misses me." I throw a pout his way, reaching out to tug him up from the couch and into my arms.

"Fuck no, get out of here." He scoffs, trying to push me away but he doesn't try hard enough because I just continue to smother him with love, pressing kisses to the top of his head as he whines. "Stop tryna hug me, Y/n."

"C'mere munchkin." I coo and he finally gives up with a huff, patting my back in an exasperated attempt to please my 'insanity'. "I think Ash just needs a hug." Fez chuckles from the doorway, looking between his brother and I with a fond expression.

"You're mean to him." Fez sighs, folding his arms over his chest and I throw him a sassy wink.

"It's good for his character development." Ash finally pushes me away, deciding he's had enough of my love and before he can storm out, I can see the light blush on his cheeks.

Success.

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Fandom: X-men

-> Peter Maximoff x gn!Reader

-> fluff | baking | sfw

Preview: Peter can’t bake for shit so you have to remake everything

Walking into the neatly refurbished basement of your shared house you’re hit with what can only be described as the smell of burnt Christmas. You can dimly see smoke in Peter’s kitchen. It isn’t a very impressive kitchen but considering the basement isn’t very large it’s quite quaint. The smoke is filling the room as Peter zips around with a tray of smoke and ash

“Heyyyy sweet cakes!” He stops suddenly in front of you, tray in hand, the smell fills your body and you cover your nose without thinking “I- uhm.. at least I didn’t burn down the kitchen?” He smiles at you, his eyes closing as he winces, the smell hitting him now too. His smile fades twisting into a look of sorrow and disgust as he looks down at the mess of ash that is, thankfully, no longer smoking. It’s clear to you that he wanted to surprise you but didn’t read the instructions correctly. “I think they’re still good!” He tries to pick one up and just like a cartoon as he takes it into his hand .. it falls apart onto the tray. You quirk a brow at him smiling, hand still covering your nose.

“We can always make them together,” You offer, reaching for his hand that’s holding the now unusable tray. His expression softens and he turns, setting the tray down on the island that separates the couch from the kitchen.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-“ you lean in and kiss him. you can feel the tension leave his body with every second your lips press together, the worry of having upset you now gone. “Okay, let’s go get some new ingredients.”

(Post shopping trip because I cannot be bothered)

Returning to the basement, that still needs to be aired out, you set the few bags of food and ingredients onto the counter top while Peter speed cleans his mess up. Once you’re ready to start you pour the ingredients slowly into their respective bowls mixing them as needed into the bowl before giving them to Peter to mix, reminding him to slow down and enjoy the moment instead of rushing to mix everything together. Carefully he slows himself down and takes his time to make sure no powder is left out of the batter. “You’re doing great, Love” you whisper into his ear before putting the dough in the fridge to rest. As you preheat the oven Peter’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you in for a tight hug. His head on your shoulder, gently breathing in your scent, “I love you,” he whispers it so low you’re almost uncertain you heard him.

“What was that?” In the three years you’ve been together the most you’ve gotten is Love you babe gotta go! Before a mission, and now he’s gone all in to finally admit it fully.

“I said..” his voice trails off, the lingering silence making your heart and head race while trying to keep it together, “I love you.”

Author’s note

Uuhhhahhah I had a friend read this before publishing it and I’m still not certain it’s very good but I hope if you read all of it you enjoyed it even just a little !!! Thank you for reading 🫶🫶

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The Maximoffs

Summary: Peter Maximoff's twin, Wanda, comes to the school for a visit. She's slightly less good-tempered than her brother about the subject matter of their father. In fact, lately, she's been less good-tempered about pretty much everything.

(set a little bit after apocalypse) (let's pretend dark phoenix doesn't exist)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5 Coming Soon)

“I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to him.” The auburn-haired girl’s voice carried through the phone as Peter Maximoff sat on his bed, pulling the landline wire taught.

He rolled his eyes. “I just haven’t gotten the chance, yknow? First I didn’t know it was him, then we were kinda on opposite sides, and then there was all this stuff with…” The young man trailed off. “Anyway, he’s gone now. Not sure where he went.”

“Excuses.” Wanda said matter of factly. “You’re scared.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are Peter.” She said. “I know you. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it cause what if it’s even worse when it’s fixed? Sound familiar?”

“Oh, please,” Peter Maximoff laid back on his bed, keeping the phone to his ear. “You’re just as bad the opposite way. You try to fix everything cause you can’t stand not being in control of a situation.”

He heard his sister let out a long, annoyed sigh over the phone. When she didn’t say anything for a while, Peter wondered if he’d gone a tiny bit too far. Usually he just stuck to insulting her hair or her clothes, not her deep psychological problems.

“Now that we’ve both established the mental dirt we have on each other,” She started. “I hope your room’s clean.”

“What?” Peter looked around at the room. He hadn’t been there for too long, so he hadn’t gotten the chance to really make it a pigsty like his bedroom at home. Without another word, Wanda hung up. Shortly after, there was a knock on his door.

She didn’t wait for an answer before pushing it open and giving a wide eyed look of astonishment. “Shit, this place is nice.”

Peter laughed and immediately stood up to hug his twin sister. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Got let out on good behavior.” He gave her a flat look. “Okay. Fine. All seriousness… I dropped out.”

Peter waited for the punchline but it never came. “What?” Wanda Maximoff had dropped out of college. Wanda Maximoff who got into two Ivys. Wanda Maximoff who used to dream about leaving home and becoming a scholar, or a librarian, or a historian, something ordinary. “That’s not…”

“Like me?” Wanda asked. “Yeah that’s what mom said a few minutes before she kicked me out.”

“She kicked you out?!” Their mother had never even bothered to kick Peter out, and he was significantly more of a train wreck than Wanda. “What did you do?” She shrugged. Peter crossed his arms. “What did you say?”

“Something I didn’t mean. About her and… Erik Lehnsherr.”

“Of course you did.”

“What? I said I didn’t mean it!”

“Does she know that?” Peter asked, then shook his head. “Actually, I don’t care. I’m not getting in the middle of this one.”

“Fine.” Wanda sighed. “So… are you gonna show me around?”

Wanda absentmindedly twisted a thread of scarlet chaos between her fingers as she sat next to her brother in the dining hall. Considering the old house's nature, she suspected it must've been a ballroom some hundred years ago. Peter had shown her through the vast halls, the garden, and the library. She met Scott, Jean, and Kurt, Part of Peter's apparent new family. He hadn't said anything of the sort, but he didn't have to. This place had instilled more maturity in Wanda's brother than she or her mother had managed to in decades.

"So?"

"Sew buttons," Wanda said with a smile, stealing a piece of chicken from her brother's plate.

"Comedic genius."

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"I mean, what do you think of the school?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

"It's a beautiful building, and everyone here seems pretty nice..." Wanda started, looking around. "I'm happy for you."

"There's something else."

"No, there-" Wanda stopped talking when she heard a conversation happening in the doorway.

"I don't see what the problem is, Hank."

"Charles, the problem is that he's in my lab. He touched my centrifuge."

"Oh, god forbid-"

"I can't work with someone else in there. It's invasive."

"Ignoring how pretentious that sounds... just Erik him to my office. Let him know that I have a class to teach but I'll be there for out weekly chess game after."

Peter had followed his twin sister's gaze and joined in on her eavesdropping. Wanda turned to face him with a mischievous grin on her face. Despite their many physical differences; the fact that Peter looked more like their mother and Wanda looked like-holy shit Wanda looked like Erik-on top of their differing height and hair color; that mischievous grin was something the Maximoff twins shared.

Peter slowly realized what Wanda was about to do. "No." Her grin grew wider. "Wanda, don't even think about-"

"I just wanna meet him." She said, already standing up. Before Peter could stand up after her, someone Wanda didn't know yet had called his name and sat down across from him. "I'll meet you back in your room."

Wanda set off down the hall, towards the office that they'd passed once and Peter had mentioned in passing. She'd been thinking about this moment for as long as she could remember. The witch put her hand on the doorknob and opened it. Empty. She let out a sigh. Fine. She could wait a few more moments.

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The Other Parker Part 4

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, very light angst if you squint, Wanda being a horny mf at the end

Word Count: 1413

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

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Y/N's POV

You don't know why, but hearing this gorgeous redhead that Steve called Wanda say in her head that you were hot gave you a boost of confidence. You projected your thoughts into her head, and slowly a blush started to form on her cheeks. 

She asked you what the guy named Bucky was thinking, but you didn't tell her, because of what you had seen. the pain, the anguish, the loss that something or someone called HYDRA caused. It was almost too much agony for you to sense. 

But it wasn't the only thing you sensed. you also sensed... love. A lot of love for someone, but also a shame for that love. If you felt all of those things, you would need a massive hug and years of therapy. You could only provide one of those at the moment, so you did. 

When you did, you got the sense that Bucky would become one of your good friends in your stay at the Compound. 

When Wanda projects to you that Bucky never lets anyone hug him, let alone touch him, You couldn’t say that you were surprised. You look at her and shrug. She shrugs back, and you turn to everyone again.

"Now. Who will show me and my brother up to our rooms?"

Bruce and Clint volunteer. You see Wanda almost raise her hand, but put it down at the last second. you feel a little disappointed, but you get over it as Bruce walks towards me.

"So Bruce. This project I saw. Would you mind if I popped into your lab later and take a look? It looks really cool, and my brother and I love that type of thing."

Bruce smiles at you while walking towards an elevator with Clint and Peter trailing close behind. "Of course! You guys are both welcome in my lab whenever. I saw you brought some very advanced tech. Where'd you get that stuff?" He asks.

You smile and respond, "Well, Pete and I made most of it ourselves out of stuff that we got from the sides of streets and junkyards. People are always tossing really useful shit."

Bruce gives you an impressed look as the elevator doors open and we all enter.

You exit the elevator onto the 9th floor. Bruce leads you to your room while Clint takes Peter to his, just down the hall from yours. You and Bruce exchange numbers, and set up plans for you to stop in at his lab later.

"I can't wait to have you come by. I think your and your brother's input on my project can and will be a big help."

You smile at the older man and nod your head. I can't believe he values our opinions that much. I mean we aren't as smart as he is. We just know how to work tech.

---

You walk into your room grinning to yourself and start to put all your stuff away. You set up some of your tech on your desk, and go to look for your work shirt. 

Your work shirt is a shirt I'm fine with getting dirty, plus it's breathable and comfortable. When you can't find it in your backpack, you look through your clothing bags. Nada. 

Peter probably has it in one of his bags. You ran out of your room yelling, "PETE! Do you have my work shir-" 

Just then you accidentally ran into someone. you fall to the ground, and the person you bumped into lands on top of you. That's when you see that it was Wanda. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you, I was rushing to my room, I'm so sor-" You cut her off saying, "Hey! Wanda, it's alright! I'm fine, your fine, I hope, it's all good." She smiles at me, but then blushes when she sees the position we are in. 

Just then Peter runs out into the hall with your work shirt. "Found it! Dude, you really gotta keep track of your shit." He then catches sight of us and smirks. "Putting in the moves already Y/N? You gotta teach me how to get girls to fall for me as fast as you get them to." 

You didn't think it was possible, but Wanda blushes even harder. You stand up and offer her a hand, which she takes, before you retort at your brother, "We all know there's only one girl you want to like you back. And her name starts with an M and ends with a J!" 

Peter started blushing and stuttered back, "Wha- I don't know what you’re talking about!" You snicker and he throws your shirt at me, glowering. 

Still laughing at him you say, "You'll get the girl one day, Pete." He grumbles under his breath as he stomps back into his room. 

You move to apologize to Wanda again. When you turn around, you realize that we are much closer than you thought you were. you can see the golden flecks in her eyes, and her blood red lips just inches from your face.

You see her glance down at your lips, before clearing her throat and taking a step back. “So, how about I give you a tour of the compound?”

---

“And this is the gym. We do team training in here every other day. You can come in whenever you want. It’s open 24/7.” Wanda announces as she finishes up the tour.

You nod along, pretending that you truly comprehend all the information being thrown at you. You were definitely going to get lost later on.

Suddenly, a voice coming from seemingly nowhere speaks. “Ms. Maximoff, Ms. Parker. Your presence is requested in the briefing room for a quick team meeting.”

Wanda nods as if the voice is a normal occurrence, and says, “Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S. Tell them we will be there in just a minute.”

You gap at her before exclaiming, “Is that A.I.?! Holy shit! I’ve been trying to build my own for a while now, but it hasn’t been going too well. Mr. Stark really is a genius!” Wanda rolls her eyes at that before setting off across the compound.

You wonder for a second if you said something wrong, but then brush it off.

Wanda’s POV

I can’t help but storm off after she praises Tony. Even though I am working on forgiving him for things in the past, I am definitely not fully there yet. So hearing her sing such high praises of him reminded me of how people have completely forgotten about his past.

I do feel slightly bad for storming away, but we do need to get to the briefing room anyway. I hear her run to catch up with me, panting slightly. She grins at me before jogging ahead, but backwards. She does this until she trips on the curb, and then pops back up before shooting me a thumbs up. “I’m all good!”

Suddenly, all of the aggravation I felt at her from before is gone. How can she be so adorable? I’ve literally known her for a day and I already think that I like her. 

---

(A/N: long time skip cause idk what else to do)

The Parkers are settling into the compound life well. Y/N constantly asks J.A.R.V.I.S. questions about his operating system. I can’t help but think that when she talks shop like that, it’s really attractive. 

I can’t even imagine how hot seeing her work on one of her projects would be. She never lets me see them, even though we have gotten significantly closer in her time here. We are hanging out in her room, but she starts to get really into something with J.A.R.V.I.S. so I know she is close to kicking me out for a while.

I turn to leave, but then I get pulled backwards into a hug. 

“Thank you so much for showing me around these past few weeks. It really means a lot to me. You're an amazing person, Wanda.” Y/N whispers.

I shiver at the sudden closeness of us, before relaxing into the embrace. I can’t help but notice how solid Y/N is. 

God, she’s strong. I bet she could toss me around like a ragdoll and just absolutely destroy me.

I hear her choke, and then I suddenly remember that she can read my thoughts.

“Fuck, Wanda.” I hear her mutter affectedly. I suddenly realize how close our faces are. I can feel her breath on my lips. We both lean in and-

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#5

Ok, Dadneto and Quickson fandom, I love you all. But I am not feeling the Peter is falling loser idiot son when compared to the more competent badass that is the Erik Lehnsherr.

Peter has the most potential to be the smartest person in room even smarter that the resident smart person Hank McCoy.

Now, why do I say this? Because of the Star Trek: Prodigy episode 'Time Amok' where due temporal anomaly the crew are each in different time dilations so for some 10 minutes seems like 10 seconds, while other in the slower 10 minutes seems like 10 months or 10 years. This was the case for Rok, the youngest around eight, where she teaches herself advanced mathematics and engineering and by the end of the episode she fixes the ship and become an engineer.

Relating this to Peter, because of his powers of superspeed time is different and the holding thing that's holding him back is his self-doubt and self-confidence issues.

Peter is damn smart just look at the recuse the X-Mansion. He has to think about force, how students are going to land, who needs to get out first etc. The dude probably has a good understanding of physics and engineering. Honestly, I think Peter plays dumb and pretends not be as smart as he is until the situation demands and helps out.

He would be a killer in strategy and give Erik and Charles a run for their money in a game of chess.

178 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

Soft dadneto is the best dadneto!

198 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

When they say that we couldn't have Peter as a Horsemen and a father and son relationship with En Sabah Nur to contrast with Dadneto and Cherik.

With Oscar Isaac and Timothée Chalamet chemistry in Dune, also in Scenes of Marriage. Isaac could have pulled it off the father figure role. In my mind he should do more of them.

WE WERE ROBBED IN X-MEN APOCALYPSE!

211 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#2

Headcanon after the battle in Cairo. Charles is bald and has lost his gorgeous fluffy hair. Everyone has regrouped and Hank is checking for injuries. While Peter's leg is getting a splint to straighten his leg Erik helping him as well straightening out piece of metal to use as a splint.

However, Charles notices that Peter is distressed, and it isn't about not telling Erik that he's his son; and he isn't talking. Due to his armor and their plane crashing (woops! there goes their clothes), he cannot wear his watch. That watch grounds him in the reality that everyone else experiences. Like Peter's minutes are hours to his friends, hours are like days; in a way he lives in his own time displaced reality.

So, Charles gives him his watch and Peter gives him a hug.

Which confuses Erik.

227 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Apocalypse: I will rule the world. I will rule all of mutantkind. All will bow before me!

Charles: Bitch please... (rolling his eyes)

Apocalypse: What do you have that I don't? I've gathered the strongest mutants to ever walk the Earth!

Charles: I have a rebellious 20 year old speedster just given several pots of espresso.

Peter: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Erik: Dear god, Charles what have you done?!

262 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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Everybody Deserves Their Someone

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by spidey_wid3y

First his parents left and never came back, then his uncle bleeds out in his arms in the middle of the street, Aunt May can’t take the pain of her loss and takes it out on her nephew before CPS finally takes action and removes Peter from her care. Now Peters stuck in a group home with no hope of ever being adopted, until… Enter Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.

Or

After years of pain and trauma, Peter’s luck finally turns around giving him the family he’s been wishing for.

Words: 4988, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Happy Hogan, Roger Harrington, Flash Thompson, Cindy Moon, Betty Brant, Sally Avril, Abe Brown, Liz Allan (Marvel)

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Tony Stark, BAMF Tony Stark, BAMF Pepper Potts, Parent Pepper Potts, Protective Pepper Potts, Awesome Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones, Awesome Michelle Jones, Protective Michelle Jones, Michelle Jones is a Little Shit, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Protective Ned Leeds, BAMF Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds is a Little Shit, Minor Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Adoption, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

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I Lost You Once Before

Summary: You denied yourself the chance to love. What will you do when it represents itself again?

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Spider-Reader, Brother!Peter x Reader.

Genre: Angst but happy ending

Warnings: Talks of depression and anxiety; past self-harming; venom; semi-Ronin storyline; hiding in the closet made of glass, events of NWH, lmk any others!!!

Requested: YES/no

Words: 5,273

A/N - This does not have any MoM spoilers, but it does have the Scarlet Witch in control of Wanda for a bit.

*not my gif*

The dark streets of downtown Brooklyn weren’t the place for normal people. Crime ran rampant when the dark hours of night shadowed certain activities, but you didn’t particularly care. After losing both of your parents and being shoved around in an orphanage, you finally got out and made a living. You weren’t young, but you weren’t old - you were in that middle ground, where society thought you should plan out your entire life. 

Instead, you had no clue since you had gotten bitten by a radioactive spider, giving you abilities you never thought you’d see on anyone but the Avengers. 

Ah, the Avengers. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’... not. At least, not to you. Yes, they defended the planet, but you saw how the world used to be before gods and super soldiers ran just as freely as your hometown’s crime. They could be helping you, taking down mafia bosses that you knew wouldn’t back down without a fight instead of making you do it.

After the two hour trek home, you stepped into your cottage house in Queens, smiling at your little brother as he sat on your bed. You threw your backpack into the corner and sighed, moving his papers over so you could climb over the desk to the window.

“Have fun, Spider-Girl.” Peter smirked as you pulled your mask on.

“Y/N! Someone’s here to see you!” 

You looked at Peter as you squatted on the window frame, a shrug of his shoulders making you step back in and cover your suit in sweats, a hoodie and gloves before you stepped out, seeing the eyes of two very famous people. 

“Aunt May?” You asked, looking at the trio of women before she turned around.

“Y/N! Come, come!” She patted the chair next to her and you slid in. 

“Good evening, Y/N. We’d like to formally and personally congratulate you on winning the spot for this year’s Stark internship.” The Widow smiled, her legs crossed in a pair of jeans whilst a jacket covered a dark green top.

“Your brother actually recommended you and your scores did not disappoint.” 

You glanced at the silent brunette next to her, Wanda, your eyes darting to her hands covered in rings. “Okay.”

“Okay? Y/N, you got the internship you’ve always wanted!” May beamed, hugging you.

“Um… Thank you?” 

May rolled her eyes at your antics. “She will happily take the internship. Are there any requirements, Ms Romanoff?” 

“We’ll require you to live on-site, work from 10 to 3 and all payments will be funded by Mr Stark. Other than that, you are free to come and go as you please.” Natasha stated, still looking at you with a blank expression. 

May answered for you. “Brilliant! When does she start?”

Your mind drifted out of the conversation as you looked down at your hands. You grinned to yourself as you watched the webbing between your fingers flex open and closed, something your brother couldn’t do. 

Actually, there was a lot your brother couldn’t do compared to you. Whilst you could both climb walls and have a spider-sense, you seemed to get the more genetic side of the spider than him. You actually had folds on your wrists to shoot out webs, whilst Peter had to make his in chemistry class; you could bite or scratch someone to poison them, but you much preferred scratching; and the webbing between your fingers gave you a lot more control and stability when you climbed. 

“I guess we’ll be seeing you on Monday, Y/N.” Natasha’s voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, nodding to them both as you stood. 

You shook their hands, the cold of Wanda’s rings sending a chill up your spine, and you walked with them to the door. You shut it behind them before you sprinted into your room, not caring that Peter was halfway through changing. 

“Y/N! Knock first!” He hissed, but you watched as they got into the Stark car before driving off. 

“I’m going out. Make a bundle for me, yeah?” You asked, throwing your hoodie and sweats onto your bed before you leapt out of the window. 

It was a rush you’d never get tired of - having the wind on your skin, your hyper-senses enjoying the stimulation, and you landed on the top of a nearby building as you watched the car arrive at a smaller house. You crawled down the side of the building, trying to kick in your ‘invisibility mode’ as Ned called it, and watched as the shadows moved behind the blinds. 

*Of course, Y/N, they’re not just going to let everyone that walks past see them.* You thought to yourself. 

*No, we are not.*

You froze as another voice entered your mind, noticing a particular shadow come up to the window, a red tinge peeking out from the gap between the wall and the blinds. 

*You have very… fast thoughts.* Wanda spoke into your mind, making you tense up.

*Stop reading my mind.*

*Close it off then.* 

You felt your breathing get harder as your grip on the side of the building slipped. You looked between your feet and the house, noticing two smaller tinges hiding behind the blinds. 

*No parents, only an aunt… anxiety, depression and ADHD, which is only enhanced by your new abilities…*

*Stop.* You growled, jumping down onto the ground as you lost your grip. 

*So well put together… but behind that little mask, you are so…*

*Broken? Thanks, but you’re not my therapist.* 

*I was going to say that you are so much like me, almost the same, but that works too.* Wanda chuckled in your mind.

You leapt up onto the house as you noticed how Wanda moved through it, almost like she was enticing you to follow her. Of course, you went on your own volition, staying behind the chimney as she leant on the open windowsill.

“I know you are there.” She smirked, making you unveil yourself from your invisible cloak. 

“And why do you think we are the same? We are not, in any way.” You huffed, keeping your mask on. 

“You are an Avenger. You make a mess and you don’t clean it up. You wreck people’s lives, you tear apart cities, and you’re called heroes.” 

“I am no Avenger.” Wanda chuckled, hovering out to face you as you scrambled away from her. 

“I am still me, I guess, but I am… something else. But clearly, that’s not what everyone else sees.” She wove a ball of energy between her fingers. 

She watched as you flinched when she sent it towards you, trying to crawl away from her but she held you fast and brought you closer. She could hear the wheezing of your lungs and pulled at the bottom of your mask but you quickly stopped her.

“People… People could see.” You hyperventilated but Wanda brought your hands away from hers.

“I know.” 

Her delicate fingers peeled your mask up above your nose and mouth, the scent of flowers throwing you off. She watched your chest rise and fall quickly, but her eyes danced with magic as she came impossibly closer to you.

“Do I make you nervous? Do I make you… fearful?” She asked quietly.

You shook your head. “You’re really pretty...” 

She wove another string of magic towards you but it changed course quickly and went into your chest. You felt the grip around your lungs loosen before you were forced to take a deep breath, the red magic inside of you forcefully expanding and contracting your lungs. 

“Y/N… I will never hurt you.” She murmured, cupping the bottom of your chin.

“Take a few deep breaths… and then you can talk.” 

You watched her hand pull and push by her side, controlling your lungs until her eyes returned to emeralds. She nodded to you and you moved away from her slightly, but her hand gripped yours through the suit.

“Y/N.” She stated, but you pulled down your mask quickly.

“Y/N, wait-”

You leapt off the house as you shot a web at her hands, tying them down to the roof tiles if only for a second. You turned invisible and climbed up the building, getting as far away from her as possible. 

She sighed and wove your webbing off of her with a few flicks of magic. “She’ll be back on Monday, Wanda. Just gotta wait until then.” 

——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————

May helped you pack your bags as a car came to pick you up, giving you lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead to fulfil your entire internship. You were quiet in the car, noticing that it was Natasha driving, and she smirked as she turned around and let FRIDAY take the wheel.

“I gotta be honest, kid, I didn’t think you’d take the job. Peter wouldn’t stop rambling about you and your powers, so Tony decided to shut him up by looping you in.”

“Oh, how fun.” You mumbled, fiddling with the webbing in your fingers. 

She crossed her legs and watched you fidget, pulling out a small cube that unfolded and folded multiple times. You almost forgot she was there until the ride came to an end, your eyes lifting from your cube to see the giant A on the side of the compound. 

You pulled your bags out from the car and webbed them up, pulling them along behind you whilst Natasha chuckled in front of you. She had to admit, you were a little bit of a genius with your problem-solving, but what you excelled in those skills you lacked in people skills. 

She took you to your room first and you put your bags down before taking you on a tour. You didn’t really pay attention, your spidery-subconscious remembering everything, until you came to a tech room. 

“This… is for you.” Natasha opened the briefcase and your eyes widened briefly at the sight of a new suit. 

“Nanite tech, designed with your blue and red colouring even though you can always change it, and there’s even flaps for your genetic mutations.”

“Not mutations. I’m not a mutant.” You grumbled as you put your palm on the center, watching the suit creep up your arm to cover your body.

“Hello, Y/N. I am ATHENA, an extension of FRIDAY.” 

You looked at Natasha as your mask removed. “How did you name ATHENA?”

“You read a lot of mythology. Thought it might be comforting to you.” She shrugged. 

You scowled lightly, even if she was right, and you watched as your suit folded away into a small pin in your hand. 

“You can wear this on your jacket and when you put your finger over it, your suit will come out. Because it’s your fingerprint, you can’t get nudged and reveal your identity.” She assured you and watched as you put the spider pin on your jacket. 

“Very funny. Spider.” You clarified when she didn’t smirk.

“Hmm.” She hummed, leading you through to a training room. 

You immediately turned around and went back through the door, but you looked down as your senses spiked and saw a red wisp curl around your waist. 

“Not this again-” You were cut off as it picked you up and pulled you back into the room, letting go of you as you rolled along the floor.

Natasha smirked as when she caught your eyes. “Thank you, Wanda. Now, we will begin with some normal exercise - two laps around the compound, quick as you can.” 

It was safe to say that you didn’t mind training since your body could keep up with it, and you even liked it because it meant you could get away from Wanda. There was just something about her that set off your tingle, something that felt odd, and odd usually meant bad.

After training, you set off to your room and your tingle fired the sequence you now knew to be Wanda approaching. You quickly opened your door and went to close it but you watched as it glowed red, making you scoff as you went to your bathroom.

“You can’t run from me, Y/N.” Wanda smirked as she leaned against the door frame. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You murmured, stripping your gym clothes off. 

Wanda closed her eyes as she watched your skin reveal from beneath your shirt, but her own tingling mind fired away and she reopened them. A short gasp left her and you turned to look at her, trying to shut your bathroom door but this time, she wasn’t happy.

“Who did that?” 

“It’s nothing.” You answered quietly, just wishing she would leave.

“Y/N, who did that?” Her voice turned to a growl and you stopped. 

“Please, Wanda, it’s not your problem.”

“Not my problem? Not my problem? You have initials carved into your skin, Y/N.” 

You looked down and sighed, pulling your shirt back on until Wanda’s magic disintegrated it. She pushed you against the wall and although it was alarming, her touch against your skin felt soft.

Something you hadn’t known before. 

“Y/N… who did that?” 

“Can’t you just have a look?” You snapped and her eyes glowed.

“Tell me. I’m not searching in your mind this time, you are going to tell me.” 

“Just stop, Wanda! I’m not looking for whatever it is you are looking for!” You shoved her off of you but her eyes glowed brighter and she pinned you with her magic.

Her fingers danced down your ribs before she traced the two sets of initials. “Who did this to you? And do not lie to me.” 

You felt your chest tighten and you tried to move your head to look away from her but she held you fast. 

A whisper left your lips. “I did.” 

Her magic dropped from around you and you caught yourself before you could hit your head on the counter. “What?” She shuddered.

“You wanted to hear the truth? I did! I carved my parents initials into my side because I felt guilty! I bought those plane tickets! I insisted that they take a break!” You snapped, pushing her out of your bathroom. 

“Y/N, it’s not your fault about the crash-”

“Tell that to my subconscious!” 

She closed your door to prevent you from shoving her out, just like you shoved everyone else out. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge, making you growl out. 

“Wanda, get the fuck out of my room.” 

You shuddered in emotion as she took you by the waist again; her skin against yours was not helping you stay angry. She pushed against you and pressed you back against the blank wall, protecting your head with her magic.

“Y/N Maya Parker, you listen to me and you listen well.” She growled, watching the anger fade from your eyes.

“It was not your fault. That crash was not your fault and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Get off of me, Wanda.” You snarled, but her arms simply wove around your back.

“I know it’s hard to let yourself feel, Y/N. You think that this shield of numb anger will fix everything, but it won’t. It won’t hide the fact that you like girls, and it won’t hide the fact that you are mentally ill.” Wanda stated, watching your anger dissipate into embarrassment. 

“Let… Let go of me. Please.” 

“No.” 

“Wanda…” You murmured, tears almost flooding your eyes. 

“Admit it, Y/N. You guard yourself so much that you don’t even let yourself feel.” She sighed, cupping your cheeks.

You wanted to. Oh, how you longed to let someone in.

“I like you, Y/N. All that time when I sat in the back of your Maths classes, English, Biology, I wasn’t there to just learn how to talk to people. I saw you - you are humorous to nobody but yourself, you have excellent taste in music and you are kind to a fault.” She smiled, leaning in closer to you.

“Admit it, Y/N. Say it back.” 

You really wanted to. You weren’t the only observer - you’d seen how she’d smile at the things you said, how she would laugh when nobody else did. Wendy, the girl in your class, was standing here in front of you, admitting that she liked you.

You shook your head. “I’m… I’m not ready.” 

Wanda sighed and hugged you tightly, even if you didn’t hug her back. “When you are, I’ll be waiting.” 

——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————

The months turned into years and you watched Wanda from afar. You denied every urge in you to tell her that you wanted her just as much as she wanted you. She had cornered you a few times and flustered you beyond imagination, but the words never spilled from your lips. 

You moved back home after your ‘internship’ was over, forever losing Wanda. You left a note on her desk about how sorry you were that you could never be enough for her, that she deserved more than you. You stayed out of the fight and let Peter handle it, watching him thrive as a hero.

Until he got snapped. 

It felt like five seconds for him, but it was five years for you. You had kept the spider act going, fighting the good fight and helping the people of the world believe that there were still heroes. You had been contacted by Natasha multiple times for your help, but you couldn’t go back there when she told you what happened.

Specifically, what happened to Wanda. 

When you found out, you broke down. You changed your suit colours to black and green the colour of your venom, and you had a mental block for about three months - unable to use any of your powers as you hit a new low. You stopped pulling your punches, you stopped holding back on the people who tried to take advantage of the broken world. 

You just… turned it off. Autopilot, you told yourself.

Then, everyone came back. Sure, there was a big crater where the Avengers compound used to be, but everyone came back. But nobody looked older. You had aged whilst Peter hadn’t and you tried to be strong for him, you really did.

So, you let him take back his mantle and you took your new one on. The Ghost-Spider became the anti-hero of Queens and Peter didn’t even know. You found your own enemies and destroyed them before they could even pick a fight with you.

Silence was your sword. 

But Peter… Peter wasn’t as ruthless as you.

And now because of that, you sat in the middle of your apartment with Peter, May and Happy, someone you realised was quite close with the both of them. You eyed the blind lawyer as he sat down, your tingle stirring softly at the back of your mind.

“Well, I have some good news, Peter - I don’t believe any of the charges against you are gonna stick.” Matt smiled.

“Wait, seriously?” Peter smiled, making your thin lips purse a bit whilst May and Happy laughed in relief. 

You felt your tingle spike as the conversation continued, thwipping out a web to catch a brick as it smashed through the window. You caught it in your hands and read the ‘WE BELIEVE MYSTERIO’ text on the newspaper. 

“Idiots.” You grumbled, letting the poison in your fingertips disintegrate it.

“You… You can do that?” Happy stammered and you looked at him with a small smile.

“Why yes. I thought Peter told everyone about my powers.” You turned to your brother and he shook his head.

“I suggest keeping that a secret, Ms Parker.” Matt addressed you and you shrugged.

“Well, if that’s all, I will be going to the group therapy session I am… twenty minutes late for.” 

“Y/N, those are only half an hour long.” May sighed.

“I know.” 

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How on Earth you got to here was a mystery to everyone, including yourself. 

Peter, in his idiocy, asked someone named Steven Strange for help and screwed over the whole world, meaning you now (technically) had triplet younger brothers and a whole bunch of people wanting to kill them. 

Along with that, you had Peter 1 as your Peter, Peter 2 as some older version who was pretty much in your position, and Peter 3 was very much the opposite of you. You stood with all of them on the messed-up green Captain America shield by Lady Liberty, a plan forming in your head.

You looked up as your Peter conversed with Strange, making you look between MJ, Ned, and the two other Peters before they approached you.

“You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” Peter 3 murmured.

You cocked your head to the side, confused.

“You did it on my Earth. My identity got revealed and you took the hit. You… You died for me.” He sniffled, hugging you tightly. 

You looked at Peter 2 and he nodded, also crying. “You, uh… You jumped in front of Uncle Ben. The night he got shot. You took the hit for him.” 

You looked back up at your brother and the plan locked in your mind. You turned to your otherworldly brothers and hugged them tightly. “Hold him back for me, will you?” 

They both nodded, their hugs tightening just a little bit more before you let them go and swung up to your brother’s side.

“Peter, stop!” 

“Y/N? No, go, get out of here!” He tried to push you off but you thanked your skin’s webbing as you stayed stuck to the statue.

“You have lost… so much. I haven’t. And I lied - I did those things whilst you were gone. I stopped pulling my punches, I got angry, and I know I shouldn’t have but I did.” 

You pulled him into you and you both shared a tear, even as you pulled away and held his small face. You brushed the blood off of his skin and you kissed his forehead.

“You’re my baby brother. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, including this.” 

You shot a web over his lips and turned to Strange, dropping Peter in a mass of webbing as you stood in front of him on the top of the flaming torch. “Do it. Make everyone think it was me and then make them forget me.” 

Strange looked at you oddly; your bloodied forehead, your split lip, your black eye. “No.”

“But it would work, right? Peter would be safe?” You smirked.

“Yeah, it would work. But you gotta understand, that would mean that everyone who knows and loves you, we… we’d have no memory of you. It would be as though you never existed.” He explained.

You looked down at your brother as his counterparts held him back, tearing your eyes away to look at the city you never called home. Home hadn’t been here for more than five years, and it hadn’t been home when everyone returned. 

“I never have.” You shrugged tearily.

“Go and say your goodbyes. You don’t have long.” He nudged you with his cloak but you shook your head.

“If I say goodbye, I’ll never leave.” 

He nodded in understanding and you peeled your mask back on, taking the portal back to the city as you landed on top of a building in Times Square. You watched the first ring of magic billow over you, the screens glitching as your face now plastered the billboards. 

“There she is!” A person yelled from below, a crowd of people shouting harmful words at you but you simply closed your eyes. 

*I’m sorry, little brother.* You thought to yourself as you swung away just as the second ring came over your head.

The screens glitched again and you watched as the time-old question popped up next to your mask, smirking as Peter landed in his apartment with MJ and Ned portalling in. You smiled tearily as their conversations flowed easily, discussing their futures at MIT whilst you snuck in and took all of your belongings. 

You stole a car and packed everything into the back, using your electricity to jump start it before you drove off into the sunset. 

——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————

Throughout six months of travelling, you got a ‘new’ identity from a man called Rick Mason, who you remembered had helped Natasha out a few times. You paid him in full from the ATMs you tricked with your newly-honed electrokinesis and simply rebuilt your identity. 

You settled down in a small cabin in the mountains, smiling at the scenery around you as you went for a run. There was no need for you to use your powers out here, but you still wanted to feel the wind on your skin as you ran. 

There was only one thing more euphoric than it. 

You noticed how there was a cabin on the opposite side of the lake, but you never saw anyone go in or out of it. You often did laps of the other lakes, going further and further each time, but you never fully investigated it.

This time, however, you decided to. You ran around at your normal pace before you stepped onto the porch, knocking at the door.

A few seconds later, you opened it to see a face you never thought you’d see again. Your words got caught in your mouth and she cocked her head to the side, almost waiting for you to speak.

Until a sly grin broke out onto her lips. “Hi, Y/N.” 

You felt tears prick your eyes as she moved towards you, flinching slightly before she cupped your cheeks. She pressed her forehead to yours and sighed, her hands moving to hold onto your shoulders. 

“W-Wanda? You…”

“I could never forget you.” She cooed before she hugged you tightly. 

“Come inside. I’m making tea.” 

She carried you inside and you watched her make tea, but your tingle set off as you looked at her hands. Yes, there’s a chimney in the house, but you remembered her as someone who hated having anything but rings on her fingers. 

“Here. Drink up.” She gestured to the tea that she put down in front of you.

Of course, it was your favourite. 

“Wanda, what happened to your hands?” You blatantly asked, pulling your tears back in.

“Oh. I’ve been reading this old book I found and I guess it’s just dirty.” She chuckled, moving to wash her hands. 

You silently stepped out of your chair and felt your entire body tense up, looking down to see red tendrils wrap around you. Tendrils, not wisps. 

“I told you that you weren’t good at hiding your thoughts.” She tsked, pushing you back against the wall before she stood right in front of you.

“Wanda, please… Tell me what happened.” You begged, moving your head further away from her fingertips as they neared your temple. 

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Her grin spread wider across her face.

You shook your head and swore that it’d be the only time you’d intentionally hurt her before you were biting down hard on her fingers and injecting your venom. The hold around you dropped as she writhed in pain, her magic slowly healing her as you ran around the house.

“You can’t hide from me, Y/N!” Her voice echoed, chasing you until she cornered you in her bedroom. 

“I’m getting a bit of a sense of deja vu here, Y/N. Aren’t you?” 

She crept closer towards you and you climbed up the corner walls, resting your back against the ceiling whilst you boiled more venom in your mouth. “You’re not my Wanda.” 

“Come down from there, silly.” She cooed, and you almost wanted to believe her façade. 

You watched as a book came flying in from outside of the room, almost drowning in darkness as Wanda came to hold it. You grinned, spitting as much of your venom onto the book as possible before you dropped down and kicked it out of her hands.

She was about to yell at you, unleash the full might of her power against you, but she froze as you leapt for her.

You kissed her deeply, pushing aside all doubts in your mind as you focused on how Wanda made you feel all those years ago. How she never failed to make you feel safe, how she made advance after advance and showed you nothing but love. You swirled your tongue around hers multiple times before you took her hands, entwining your fingers with hers. 

You pulled away as you ran out of breath, watching the glow in her eyes fade away whilst the book beneath her disintegrated. 

“Please, Wanda. I lost you once before, I’m not losing you again.” 

You held her as she leaned into you, kissing the palms of your hands as she held them. You watched the darkness in her fingertips fade, revealing those perfectly manicured nails, and her eyes opened to show those emeralds you had always loved.

“Y/N? Is… Is it really you?” She whimpered and you adjusted your hands to hold her waist.

“It’s me. I promise you, it’s me. How do you remember me?”

“This cabin… It has runes. Spells outside don’t affect what’s inside. Only the witch who casted them can use her magic here.” 

You smiled tearily as you kissed her once more, that euphoric feeling running through your veins as she kissed you back. She pushed you back against the bed and you let her fall on top of you, stripping you of your ratty clothes before her eyes fell to your skin. 

She sat up, confusing you, and you watched her hands glow as they covered the initials on your hips. As you were about to protest, she pulled them away and you watched the scar tissue sink, only to reveal neatly tattooed initials. 

She looked back down at you and you smirked, pulling her in tightly to you as you breathed in her perfume. “Still smells like flowers.” You murmured, kissing her neck.

“Y/N…” She stammered, making you pull away.

“I just… we have time for that. Can I just hold you, please?” 

You nodded and let her peel some clothes onto you, not knowing how she destroyed your cabin and transferred everything to this one. The empty cupboards filled with your belongings whilst your car was now parked outside on the driveway next to the white picket fence. 

She moved to hold you tightly against her, afraid that you would leave her. You ran your fingers through her hair until one of hers gripped it and pulled it down to her lips.

“Do you?” She asked plainly and you nodded, watching as a kiss on your ring finger pulled away to reveal a wedding ring.

One fell onto her own hand and you grinned, kissing her once more before you adjusted to let her head rest on your chest. You heard her breathing slow as she tickled the skin of your arm, simply listening to the blood inside of your slowly rising and falling chest. 

“I could never forget you, Y/N. Strange’s powers are no match for mine.” She kissed your chest softly and you kissed her head.

“I can see that now, my love. Let us rest and then we can do some more talking tomorrow.” 

She nodded and closed her eyes, connecting your dreams together as you fell asleep, dreaming of the two children she was already building within her stomach.

A/N - I literally wrote this in an hour and a half, so please excuse the choppiness and overall shit writing, I just loved this idea! 

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Eddie cumming too quick?

Um, yes. I love this.

He whines breathily against my lips, jaw slacking and his hips push and pull against mine. He can barely keep up with my lips, his head lolling a bit and my fingers rake through his hair, tugging ever so slightly.

Making out in his van during our shared free period is possibly the most 'high school' thing Eddie and I take part in, declining invitations to dances and not taking part in any sort of sports. But making out in inappropriate places with fleeting time?

Yeah, we do that.

"Fuck, you gotta stop doing that." My hands just push him back against the seat, reaching down between us to grip him through his sweats, his hips jutting upwards into my touch. He whines, head thumping against the seat and his eyes screw tightly shut, a shiver running down his spine. I watch him, amused, my lip tightly trapped between my teeth, loving how good I make him feel.

"Come on, Eds, you can give me more than that." He laughs at my urging, his moans growing louder as my hands slips beneath his boxers, wrapping around his cock. He groans through clenched teeth, my thumb brushing over his swollen tip in tight circles and without any warning, he coats my hand in cum, his hips trembling in aftershocks of his high. He lets out a strangled gasp, hands lifting in shock and he just stares, terrified, down at my hand, cheeks reddening violently.

My jaw drops in surprise, hand helping him ride through his high regardless but he just whimpers, scooting away from me as much as he can.

"I'm so sorry-" He groans, burying his face in his hands and he leans into me, tucking his nose against the crook of his neck. "I- oh my god." He's so embarrassed he can't even form a coherent sentence, just hugging himself to my chest as I dry my hand off.

"When I said 'give me more' I didn't mean that." He groans pathetically at my teasing, his hands working on tucking himself back into his pants.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I totally just ruined the hot fucking vibe we had going on-" My hands cup his cheeks abruptly, shutting him up and he gives me a pathetic pout, his cheeks squished together between my palms.

"You're hot and it's hot that I make you feel so good that you lose control." A flash of lust passes through his beautiful brown eyes, his cheeks warming under my hands and I place myself back down on his lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering. "I'll give you some time to rebound. Then we can return to the 'hot fucking vibe' we had going on."

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Hehe if you are taking requests could you do one w peter maximoff where he finds his s/o stressed out and anxious due to examinations? I'm burnt out and really need some peter to help lol ty love your work so much!!! <3

Stress Relief

pairings: peter maximoff x gen!reader

warnings: non fluff uwu

summary: finals can be extremely hard, and Peter just wants you to forget all about it

a/n: hey! thanks for the request, and sorry if this came out so late 😭 also you didn't specify the gender so i went with neutral :) Also i know i said i was taking a break from x reader stories, but this was an old request and i wanted to finish it.

Any spam likers will be blocked. If you like what you read, REBLOG.

"Peter?" You called in the dark, after hearing wind moving your hair. "Damn, how did you know it was me?" He asked faking shock, hugging you from behind.

You chuckled, closing your arms around his. "Instinct."

"What are you doing?" He observed the papers on your desk, where you were currently sitting at. Last weeks of school, that meant final exams. Completely useless, if you were asked, who's only purpose was to give you stress, all the time.

"It's almost midnight, you can't seriously still be up studying." He commented. You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah well, I have to make a plastic of the cell and for now I have only studied the components, and still have to do the whole thing. Plus Mrs. Kelly wants this ready for tomorrow, so either I do this now or I fail."

Peter looked at you with sympathy. You were so stressed over school work lately, withou taking any break. And yes, maybe you had the time to do one. But you knew that if you stopped, then starting again would be way harder. Especially at midnight.

"I can do it for you, if you want." You started laughing, even if you knew he was dead serious. "I appreciate it love, but I'm fine."

"You're clearly not. And if you don't want me to do your work, then let me help you forget your stress for an hour.

Or two."

You rolled your eyes. "Peter, no. I can't have any breaks now- Peter!" He completely ignored your protests and grabbed you bridal style. "Ready?"

You knew anything you would have said could never brought Peter to stop his actions, so you just shook your head and said "I never am." And then clinged into him as he sped out of your room.

He brought you in the forest, laying you on the fresh grass. "And now?" You asked. He smiled and layed down next to you. "Now you look up and admire the stars."

You did as he told you, and smiled widely. The sky was simply beautiful, and living outside the city without light pollution made it even better.

"That is the Big Dipper, there, you see it?" He said, pointing his finger up. After a few seconds you spotted it, and nodded at Peter. "And more on the left the Little Dipper. It's a bit harder to spot, but without all the lights you should be able to see it."

It took you a full minute to find it, but finally yoi saw it too. And so you spent the time like this, between Peter pointing out stars and planets as you tried to find them, and awful pick up lines.

"Y/n, you know what's more beautiful than the sky?"

"If you finish that sentence I'm breaking up with you."

"I was gonna say me but ok."

Almost one hour and half later, you were fast asleep. Tired from the exhausting day and with Peter's voice as a sweet lullaby, sleep came over you pretty easily.

When you woke up next morning, panic washed all over you.

The project. You haven't finished it yet.

You rushed over your desk, maybe you could still finish it, somehow.

But at your desk, you saw the project done, perfectly closed in a box, ready to be brought at school. Next to it, a note.

I know what you said, but you were exhausted and I didn't had the heart of waking you up. I love you, good luck with the project <3

You smiled and brought the note to your heart. "Love you too, Peter."