#peter maximof imagin

[michelle-is-writing]

Food, Peter Maximoff

If you ask anyone, they'd say I'm a clean freak. If you ask Peter, he'd say I'm a "crazy-clean-a-holic." I love him, but he can be kind of messy when it comes to everyday activities. For example, most people would not think eating twenty twinkies within a single day is a normal thing, but for Peter, there's nothing bad about it. He burns off every calorie he eats with his constant running, so it's not entirely a bad thing. However, you would think that he would at least throw away the wrapper to all those twinkies, right?

Wrong.

Without fail, Peter is always leaving his trash all over the place. I have found candy wrappers in the bedroom, the pantry floor, between the couch cushions - I repeat: everywhere. To put it simply, Peter is messy! Plus, he doesn't always watch what he's doing, so when I see him walk into our shared bedroom with a full bag of chips, I pause what I'm doing to stop him in his actions.

"Uh-uh. Go back to the kitchen," I tell him as soon as he steps in the room. Immediately, he stops in his actions with cautious eyes and an impeccable balance. Not even a flying rock could make him budge. "You cannot come into this bed."

Looking at me with pouting eyes, Peter let's out a sigh and slumps his shoulders. "I won't make a mess - I promise!" He tells me, making me purse my lips at him. There is no way he could ever not be messy when he's eating - no way.

"Peter, you always make a mess when you eat anywhere but a table," I remind him, sitting up in bed with my arms crossed against my chest. "Even at the table, you manage to get your food all over the place," I add, watching him closely as he sits down on the bed, his feet planted firmly on the ground with his bag of chips now in his lap.

"Yeah, but I pick up after myself afterward, don't I?" He asks, turning his head back to me.

At his words, I laugh. "Yes, you brush everything into your hand and then toss it back into your mouth," I point out to him, internally cringing at the reminder of my boyfriend's gross habit. "And by the way, it's so gross when you do that! Do you know how many germs you might be putting in your mouth?" Not to mention the lack of table manners, but that's a discussion for another time.

Peter's mouth pops open in response, appalled I would even criticize him for something that is so normal for him. "Well, I don't want to waste it!" He argues back, pulling more of his body onto the bed so he can face me better.

"Peter, we live in school with over a hundred kids constantly running around and making messes - messes which you sometimes help them create!" I exclaim, leaning back into my pillow with a groan. "Just think of all the times they've played outside, covered in sweat and mud, only to run back inside and rub their grubby hands all over the dining hall table," Staring at the ceiling, I sigh. "And then imagine you eating at that table and then eating the crumbs that come into contact- Damn it, Peter!"

Just as I turn my head up from the pillow, my eyes quickly catch onto Peter with his food now on the bed as he eagerly munches on one of the many barbecue chips. On the comforter beneath him is all of the fallen crumbs from the several chips he's undoubtedly stuffed in his mouth with his super-speed. I told him - I told him - not to get in bed for this exact reason.

At the tone of my voice alone, Peter realizes he's messed up and quickly halts in his chewing, and instead, slowly turns his eyes toward me with almost a scared haze filling them. "I didn't mean to?" He lies with a small smile, holding his hands up in an almost shrugging manner. However, despite this being his attempt to appear as innocent, this only causes more crumbs to cover the sheets and blankets.

"Peter, you're getting crumbs all over the bed!" I exclaim once again, laughing as I move to try and playfully push him out of bed. However, with the super-human speed he has, I'm not very successful as I end up landing on my stomach with Peter now standing up beside the bed, his chip bag back in his hand as he resumes munching on his snack.

"Crumbs are easily cleaned, baby," He assures me, a quick flash of grey falling before my eyes as the color of the blanket flashes a few times in front of me a few times. Before I know it, Peter is sitting beside me with his legs underneath the covers and his lips planted firmly on my cheek. Looking down at my blankets, I see them now completely flattened and smoothed out, meaning he tossed the blanket into the air before letting me see and putting it back down on top of me, now free of crumbs. "See?"

At his question, I smile before turning my head and kissing him. Although it isn't long before I pull away and lean my head onto his shoulder, his freshly cut silver hair brushing against my forehead as I do so. "If only you could be this quick in cleaning anything else," I murmur, giggling as Peter quickly pushes me onto my back with his body now on top of mine.

"I tried my best!" He exclaims, smiling as I try to push him off of me. However, he doesn't give, and instead of rolling back over onto his side, Peter lies completely on top of me with his arms wrapped around me tightly. "And because you just had to complain about me showing my love for you, you can't leave this bed for the rest of the night."

"'Showing my love for you'," I repeat his words, snickering. "All you did was clean up your own mess from the bed, Peter," I point out, raising my hands to rest on his sides. He's always so sarcastic, and yet, he's sweet at the same time.

"I love you," He tells me with a small sigh. "But for five seconds, can you not be unsatisfied?" Peter asks me, his voice dangerously close to my ear as he keeps his head beside mine on my pillow.

Turning my head toward him, I find his nose lining up with mine as his dark brown eyes meet mine, a gentleness filling them like always. Just at the sight of the man I love, I sigh with a smile and lean in close to press another small kiss to his lips. "Thank you," I tell him, moving one of my hands from his sides and up to his soft cheek. "And even though you're sometimes messy, I love you too."

At that, Peter smiles back before returning the kiss with a small one of his own. "I love you so much," He tells me, slowly sliding onto his side of the bed with me still resting in his arms. I guess I really won't be leaving the bed for the rest of the night. "And thank you for cleaning up after me - even though you shouldn't have to."

Peter doesn't usually say such raw things, but when he does, I know he means them with all his heart. So, instead of continuing on with my teasing, I let my amusement pass through and let the moment turn into one of seriousness. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I confess, my voice soft as I watch Peter smile once again. No other words have to be exchanged for me to know that Peter feels the same way, and with that, I know that our relationship is a special one that will last - messes and all.

[violet-harmon2011]

Can we get some Peter maximoff hcs pls? :3🩶🩶🩶

yes omg

would randomly get the zoomies at 3am

in order to cure them, he NEEDS you to come to the local DQ to get blizzards

ofc he carries you there on his back in under 2 seconds

going to grocery stores late at night to push each other around in shopping carts

randomly throws you over his shoulder and dances or runs around

would dress up as whatever you want for halloween

he would be the linguini to your remy, the woody to your bo peep, the romeo to your juliet, the ghostface to your tatum, the jake to your tricky, etc.

long distance doesn't exist for you guys

you're his first serious relationship, so he cares about you a LOT

feels like a lost puppy without you

clingy king

will barely let you go to work/school in the morning and will be on top of you when you get back

secretly loves it when you steal his headphones and listen to his music

he thinks you look adorable bopping your head and dancing around when you think he isn't watching

you're always mad when he forgets to eat and faints bc of it

but you can't stay angry for long bc he's just an overenergetic golden retriever

so you just always make sure to carry protein bars and such with you in case he forgets again

[evanpeterspeter]

Kinktober day 3

Peter Maximoff - phone sex/sexting

Cw: lewd content. That’s it

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It was a foggy Thursday afternoon, Peter was at home in his messy unkept Room (Basement), just playing Pac-Man and eating that garbage sponge cake with artificial cream in between, just finding a way to waste away the day. You were at your house, stuck studying for your big exam tomorrow. You sat crisscrossed at your desk, eyes dozing off at your mindless textbook of anatomy. You were abruptly awoken by the buzz of your phone. You grabbed it, seeing your favorite speedster had texted you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, happy to hear from your boyfriend.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Heya babes! wyd?

You

Just studying. You?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

You should be studying me.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheesy comment, though you did let out a small scoff of a laugh.

You

You’re so dumb, you know that right?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Just for you.

You shut off your phone and tossed it onto the bed, standing up from your chair, stretching your arms over your head, and letting out a lion like yawn. You were wearing a silk sleep tank top with a matching pair of silk shorts. As you finished your stretch you pounced onto the bed, hugging your bat Squishmallow under your chest, and picking your phone back up. 8 notifications from Peter? It’s been less than 2 minutes, you thought to yourself.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

BABEEE!!!

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Facetime meeee!

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

IMYYYYY!

And there were 5 missed FaceTime calls. “My god..This boy is gonna be the death of me.” You decided to FaceTime him, like one ring in and he immediately answered.

“Babe! I’ve missed you!”

“Peter, I put my phone down for less than 2 minutes.” You said giggling

“You know that’s a century for me babes…whatcha’ wearing?” He said with a dumb smirk on his face. You looked down and saw that your cleavage was out, you scoffed and picked up your silk tank. “BOOOO! I was enjoying that.” Peter exclaimed in a whiney pout.

“Well, I’m wearing my silk set you got me.” You smiled, standing up, propping up your phone, then stepping away to do a small twirl, showing off the skimpy silk material Peter gifted (Definitely stole) you. He whistled at you and smiled.

“What a beaut! My gorgeous girl.” You couldn’t help but blush and giggle, walking towards the phone, picking it up, and pressing a kiss at the camera. You took him to your vanity, placing the phone in front of the mirror and sitting in the frame of the camera. You opened your mini fridge that held your skin care products and started applying them. “Remind me why you need all those?” Peter said.

“Helps my skin stay clear and fresh.” You said while applying the cool cream to your cheeks. The cold of the cream made your body shiver, giving small goosebumps throughout your body.

As you looked at the frame you saw Peter’s eyes fixated on the bottom of the camera. You inspected closer to the camera and noticed he was staring at your hardened nipples. You quickly hugged your elbows together and gasped. “Peter! I saw that!” “What? I wasn’t lookin’! I saw nothin’!” He said lying through his teeth. “…Okay, Okay! I was looking, but you can’t blame me! You look stunnin’, babes.” You shook your head and unraveled your arms, to continue your routine.

You noticed how awfully quiet Peter was being, so you looked back down at the frame, to your surprise (Not really) you saw the silver-headed boy moving his lower half. His eyes were closed, gently biting his bottom lip, and the phone bouncing. “P-peter? What are you doing?” Something about that visual of his, made butterflies appear not just in your stomach, but lower. Peter smirked at the camera. “You wanna see babes?” You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded slowly. Peter flipped the camera, to show his large shaft in the grasp of his palm. You unintentionally bit your lower lip, seeing how blush pink of his tips was, and the glistening of his precum dripping onto the mid of his cock. “Can I see ya’?” He said in a charming tone. “I-I don’t know. I’m kinda shy…” you stuttered. “Come on babes, I’ve seen her before. So beautiful and petite.” “I know, but I’m camera shy.” You said hiding your face. “Why be shy? No one is here to see except me.” You thought about it for a second and then nodded. “Okay, but no screenshots okay? Promise me, Peter.” “I pinky promise, with Twinkies on top.” You giggled and plopped over to your bed.

Propping your phone on the foot of your bed, you sat up on your knees, slowly grasping your silk garment and pulling it suggestively over your head, letting your soft and plush tits bounce free. Peter let out a soft groan at the sight of your soft perky nipples. You then shimmied off your silk bottoms, wiggling your hips to tease Peter. As you pulled them off, you laid onto your back showing your cute, plump pussy lips. They were freshly shaved and moisturized from that afternoon. “F-fuck you’re so beautiful.” You were already wet from the sound and view of him and how you wish he was touching you right there and now. You slid your fingers in between your slick folds, and spread your soft lips apart, reviling a pink ombre with a glisten of slick on your entrance and clit. “God, I just need a taste of that,” Peter said as his breathing had quickened. You used your two fingers to start rubbing yourself in a circular motion, just squirming at the thought of Peter eating you out. You let out some small petite mewls, as you grinded against your fingers, eager for Peter’s touch. You let out some gasps. “P-peter..mmmm” Something about that almost made Peter explode. He started jerking off at a faster pace. “Fuck babes… You’re gonna make me cum.” You picked up the pace and started rubbing side to side at a quick speed, feeling your core tighten. Peter was holding off as much as he could but miserably failed as he came all over himself. You weren’t too far after him as you also came, you let out a messy moan, moaning Peter’s name as your entrance tightened with each convulse of your orgasm. “That’s my girl.” He spoke with a soothing tone.

After collecting your thoughts you sat up on your knees, smiling looking at the camera to see Peter wasn’t in the frame. “Petey?” You said tilting your head like a lost puppy. You pouted seeing he wasn’t there, and silently put your clothes back on, feeling embarrassed and slightly ashamed, like as if you felt used. You knew Peter would never use you, but you were kinda used to it from the other guys. You felt your eyes well up and you hung up the phone. As you tuck yourself into bed the phone dings.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Babe? Where did you go?

You saw the notification light up the ceiling but then turned the other way and hid under your blanket. Letting out soft cries as you hugged yourself feeling empty and used.

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Hey, Is everything okay?

🏃🩶Speedster⚡️🥰

Don’t make me go over there.

Next thing you know you felt a heavy body on the end of your bed. Peter was there. He lifted your duvet, to see you curled in a ball, hugging your Squishmallow. “Babe, Hey, what’s wrong?” He scooted closer, scooping you into his arms. You hiccuped and cried. “I-I thought you used me.” You gasped in between cries. “Hey, baby. I would never do that to you. You are the world to me, Y/n” “I’m so annoying, I’m sorry Peter.” Peter pulled you to his chest, shushing you in a calming sense. “You are not, babe. I was cleaning myself up and I was preparing for a potential movie night on the phone with you. But since I’m here, we can watch something together, Yeah?” You lifted your heavy head looking at him. He wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumbs. “Yes, my starshine?” You smiled and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you, Petey.” You said caressing his soft stubble jaw. “I love you more.”

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Taglist: @evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife @jazz-berry @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @fear-is-truth

[layla4567]

Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Time out! I give up!!"

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

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

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

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

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

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

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

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

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

He knocked three times on the door

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I shower with you?"

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

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

"Ok, you can come in"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

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

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

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

Goddamn Maximoff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I leave this and slowly walk away...

[demxnicprxncess]

Peter Maximoff (Fem!reader)

Human Vibrator (slight smut)

Warnings: Vibrator, whining, idfk not much sappy shit ig.

"What's that?" I stopped turning around and seeing a jittery Peter invested in what's I my bag. I immediately put it behind my back. "Nothing." I turn around to put it in my room before I feel a breeze pass me and the bag is gone. "PETER-" "A rose...?" I watched as he took it out the box confused making me just stare at him before trying to take it away. "Ouuu a button.. OHH-" He dropped it as it vibrated in his hands and he looked at me like I was insane. "Uhm... it wasn't for me.." I lied through my teeth in sheer embarrassment cause what the actual fuck?! "Right..." he bent down picking it up before cutting it off. "I can do that too if I'm honest." I looked at him snatching the rose toy away from him.

"Cool." I feel him behind me his hands now on my hips, his boner pressing into me. "Can I show you?" I just looked down before nodding. In less than two seconds on was on my bed. "Damn you and your big ass jeans" Peter groans as he unzips them, pulling them from off my body. "Hands or mouth?" I look up a the ceiling... "Can I get both?" he Smirks and nods before taking my panda littered panties off before chuckling. "Shut it." He put his hands up in defense before licking my clit, a whimper leaving my now parted lips. His tongue speeds up to a vibrating feeling. "PETER-" I choke on a moan that was interrupted by a gasp as he stuck his fingers into my cunt and vibrating them as well. "OH FUCK IM GONNA CU-" My words put on hold as I feel the orgasm hit me like a shit ton of bricks sending me to grip his hair as he pulls his fingers out and lap up my juices before sucking his fingers. "Told ya so." I look at him half open eyed "Sure you did."

Shitty and short!!! yayyy!

taglist: @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler

[evanchantingpeters]

OMGOMGOMG pleaseeee tell me your making a 4th to the how I met Evan peters bc if not ima ball 🤧🤧

I AM, Part 4 is loading 😱 No need to bust out the tissues, we're keeping those tears for the happy endings! 😂

[quicksilver-the-metal]

Peter Maximoff is just mwuah mwuah

[meameagirl]

Hello!! This mostly gonna be my pin post!!

Masterlist

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REQUEST POST!!

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I wanna start writing again and you lovely people can request. What you request I will try to write.

Things I would write

- NFL players

-Criminal Minds

-Riverdale

-Marvel

- others but I can’t think of anything else.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Peter, overhearing, while doing his coursework: Palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy-

Y/N: Can people be allergic to Russians?

Wanda: What? No, why?

Y/N: Natasha. Everytime I'm around her, my palms get all sweaty, and I feel really warm, and my heartbeat and breathing get uneven.

Wanda: Your–

Y/N: I think I'm allergic to her.

Wanda: Oh my god.

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

[eloisegrant]

Noob

A/N: Taking a break from my beloved moonboys to write about a long crush of mine.

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x F!Reader

Summary: short. A late night talking session with the speedster mutant himself.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers typa deal. tension—

It was late. A bit too late. Especially since you were over here tiptoeing down the school steps to the kitchen. You had joined Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters a year ago and were now an incoming senior.

It has been one of the best decisions you’ve had in a long time.

Recently, you’ve developed a habit of sneaking to the kitchen to grab a can of soda around 2-3 AM. Why? You were convinced that drinking it made your powers stronger. Or you just really wanted to drink soda. Either way.

So as you opened the fridge carefully, you grab the Doctor Pepper and gently closed it. Feeling a sense of pride flood your chest because, here you are, being rebellious. You did not expect the quick bastard, Peter Maximoff, to be right by the center island.

“SHIT.” You nearly dropped the can to the floor as Peter chowed and licked on an almost finished popsicle stick. “What are you doing here??” You whisper with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Peter continued eating his snack as he looked up at you, straightening his back. “I could say the same about you. Noob.”

You furrowed your brows at his namecalling, “Noob? Excuse me?” You placed the soda can on the island while staring him down. You had no idea why he placed these weird ass nicknames like that. It was bothersome but those interactions were, albeit, fun. He replicates your stance, using the island for his hands, propping him up to steady his gaze.

“Yeah, you heard me.” He stares you down while he slowly licks the popsicle. To say you were not a bit flustered at his action would be a lie.

What was he trying to gain out of you from that interaction? I mean, sure you’ve always had a thing for Peter but he was a very big douchebag that got on your nerves.

“Why am I a noob?” You lean further into his face.

“Because you are.” He smiles that dumb grin tht exposes his cute dimples. Internally, you cursed that damn smile. The silver hair strands on his face were causing your natural instinct of pushing it away to crawl through, but, you kept your composure.

“That’s not a good reason.” You guys moved, moved so damn close towards eachother, leaning against the island. His deep smile still plastered across his face. An eyebrow raised paired up with his move.

“Yes it is.” He joked, at this point you guys were about 3 inches away. Jerking his head to the side like he was mocking you.

Damn those eyes, why were they so fucking fixated on you. Like they were so nice to look at.

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes. It. Is….” He lingers on the ‘s’ a little too long for your poor soul, he was getting lost in your expressions, too.

He swore if he couldn’t have you romantically, because, let’s face it, he was a sucker at it, he’d just continue pestering you so you’d always look at him like this. Peter’s eyes were hypnotized with yours and there was more than just annoyance behind those eyes of yours. It was like he wanted to pull you up to his lips.

Peter really did want to, he wanted to grab your cheeks and crash his lips onto his. Ever since you joined this school, he has wanted to be close to you. Unfortunately, he has never mastered showing his emotions, especially romantic ones. So you and him would usually go back and forth, insulting one another.

So as you stared at his smug little face, you just regrouped with yourself and decided to leave. “I don’t wanna deal with this tonight.” You turn towards the door, grabbing your can before the quicksilver himself dashes between you and your only way of exit.

“Oh are you that intimidated by me?” He leans against the doorframe, that damn popsicle stick only had one tiny piece left, but he was still licking it like there was no tomorrow.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Me? Intimidated by you? Please, don’t flatter yourself.” You try to push him aside but he stops you with his hand against your shoulder.

“Its either that or you like me. No in between.” He whispers lowly against your ear, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. This was not fair on his part, you couldn’t answer properly, especially if he was doing that to you.

His hand lingers around your neck, tipping your jaw up to look at him. You swore you almost squished the poor soda can in your hands due to your frustration.

“Am I right or am I right?” He takes one final lick from the now empty popsicle stick, keeping it in between his lips. The stare he was giving you felt primal.

In Peter’s defense, his teasing you has increasingly become a bit more flirtatious. So this was simply him, attempting. Trying. Maybe you’d give a reaction he’d like.

And you did.

Silently looking up at him while he examined every feature across your face. It took all of his energy to not kiss you right then and there.

Your heart pounded against your chest. This is a compromising position. You thought to yourself. Why would this have to happen tonight?

Before either one of you could carry on the conversation, you heard a set of footsteps down the hall. Peter quickly retracts his hand and speedily moves back to the kitchen counter before the mystery person sees.

You stood there by the doorframe, waiting to get scolded.

To both of your surprise, it was Professor Beast. “What are you two doing up this late?” Squinty eyed and concerned. Possibly half awake.

“I was telling her the same thing, sir.” Peter lies and winks at you when you gasped while giving him the side eye.

“Professor Beast, it wasn’t just me-“

“I don’t care right now, alright?” He scratches one of his eyes while Peter basically teleports beside you. Pretending to look concerned. “Just- just go to bed. Two of you.” Beast makes his way back to the staircase to go to his room.

You look at Peter with annoyance in your eyes, crossing your arms while you slug a bit of your soda.

“Don’t look so crossed babe, chill out.” He grabs the can and chugs down your soda in a blink of an eye. You wanted to slap him, that was your soda—but he speaks before you do.

“We can continue our little game next time.” With a wink from his dumb cute face, and a quick salute, he left you in the kitchen. Alone. Wondering if you would murder or make out with him when ‘next time’ rolls around.

[layla4567]

Imagine with Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

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

Warning: None, just cheesy love :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"T-thank you.."

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

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

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

I was startled a little and closed my eyes angrily

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

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

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

I quickly removed his finger while I kept smiling sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

..Peter...

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

"Hey did you see that?"

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

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

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

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

They both burst out laughing imagining the scene.

"Yep, so romantic"- He laughed

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

_ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _

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

[wakanda-nonsense-is-this]

Ghost of Us — Chapter 3

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This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: Ghosts, mention of the smell of bodies in decomposition

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Listen up folks,“ Steve announced seriously, after many hours of uncomfortable silence and glances in the jet. He stood in between Clint and Tony in the cabin and gazed at us at the back. His eyes lingered on me at the back away from everyone for a second, his eyes shone with pity and guilt, I tightened my fists in response. “We’ll be landing in 15 minutes. You know the drill, we get in, get the information, and then out. Is that clear?“ His stern gaze told everyone not to mess it up.

“Good. Clint, you wait here with Banner in case of any emergency. Sam, Tony, you’ll be our eyes in the sky.“ There was a pause right there that made me look at him in wariness and the look in his eyes made my stomach sink. No.

“Pietro, Y/n, you’re together.” Everyone gasped and the air filled with tension. I refused to acknowledge his presence and kept looking forward as his gaze burned the side of my face.

“What about me?“ Wanda protested, her eyes dancing between mine and Steve’s faces. Mine must have shown mortification but his only determination. 

“You’re coming with Bucky and me, we need you in case anything is blocking our way.“ Steve explained, his voice apologetic. 

“But...“

“But nothing.“ His voice was stern, authority laced his words. They stared at each other, a will battle happening between them. Huh. He must have won as Wanda averted her eyes and huffed under her breath. 

That was our cue to prepare everything we would need for the mission. I strapped the vest tighter, struggling a bit. After all, when I accompanied Strange or Wong to missions I would wear more of a magical kind of protection. I double-checked my boots and made sure the enchanted daggers that Strange gave me when I started training were at my side. I flipped them in my hands and hid them in my black suit. If we were to encounter any danger these would take care of it.

The jet was abnormally silent. One could slice the tension with a knife. I raised my head and caught Wanda analyzing my movements. I raised an eyebrow in question. What the heck was her problem with me? She sighed with a pained look on her face and approached me. Pietro watched our interaction with a frown.

“If something happens to my brother because of you I swear on my life I’ll destroy you.“ Wanda growled, bitterness taking hold of her words as she glared at me. I blankly stared at her and cleared my mind from all thoughts, just like Strange taught me in case I ever encountered someone like her again. 

She scrunched her eyebrows in concentration, and by the looks of it, she was trying to get inside my head but failed to see anything important. I smiled tightly, thankful for Wong’s constant nagging on meditation. That didn’t mean she couldn’t read my thoughts, it just meant she would only see what I wanted her to. But as Wong explained, there will be times when she’ll be able to infiltrate my head if my mind is weak. Like the day before.

The plane landed and not wanting to hear anything else from her I walked past her. She wasn’t worth it.

“Scared little Y/n, always running away.“

Wong was always on and on about being the bigger person. He said that’s the way to a healthy and stressless life. But Wong’s not here now. 

I loosened a little bit of the control I had over the death and fed them enough power to make them tangible but not visible. Spirits have their own will and can’t be controlled but necromancers have such a tight relationship with them that some tend to follow orders when offered something in exchange. They approached her and I saw the moment Wanda realize we were not alone. As a telepath, she’s more perceptive of death but can’t quite feel it. She may not be a necromancer, but she’s still a witch. I heard her gasp and saw her eyes turn red. She should know by now her powers were useless against them. There was no running from them.

“If you ever threaten me again,” I whisper in her ear, “we’ll destroy you.“ I smiled sweetly, knowing Stephen would’ve high-fived me if he had been there. I got off the jet and made my way to the group. The sense of victory lasted around 2.3 seconds because Tony was approaching me, an unreadable expression on his face. He stopped a meter away from me.

“We need to talk,“ Tony demanded, his face hard as marble. I opened my mouth to argue we had nothing to talk about. And maybe send him to hell while I was at it, but the sudden tickling feeling at the base of my neck and the out-of-nowhere appearance of an arm resting on my shoulders shut me up. 

“You ready for the best night of your life partner?“ His messy and overgrown hair tickled my cheek, making me lose any perspective of reality and leaving me speechless. I was completely aware of every part of our bodies touching. It felt familiar. Odd, considering that the only time we’ve ever been this close, I was partly dead and mostly unconscious. 

His hand tightening his hold on my shoulder brought me back from stupid land and made me aware of the expectant look on his face. I threw him a bewildered look, confused at his actions, but unable to separate myself from him. A closed small smile formed on his lips as our eyes met. His warmth made me feel at ease. I wouldn't be surprised if I started purring. Instant horror filled me at the thought. I was pathetic. 

He grinned as he could read my thoughts and winked.

Oh. 

Oh.

He was giving me a way out of the heart-to-heart convo daddy wanted to have. I winced at the mere thought. Resigned, I looped my arm around his waist and held him too. Surprising him by how his body tensed and then softened under my hands. The action brought me more pain than relief. It shouldn’t be like this.

“Yep, let’s go.“ I smiled tightly looking up at him, but he just stared me in the eyes. I heard his breath hitch and felt his chest tremble once. Suddenly, the burning sensation on my ribs made its appearance. For focusing on the cause of the ache at my side I completely overlooked the quiet groan of pain Pietro let out.

“Y/n-“, Tony started but was interrupted by an annoyed-looking Sam. “Let’s go, Tony. We don’t have all day.“ He cursed under his breath and stared at me regretfully, “We’ll talk later” and with a last look, he made his way to the whining falcon. I released a breath in relief and stepped away from the not-so-dead guy beside me. The pain disappeared instantaneously. Convincing myself it was just a coincidence I walked to Steve, who was distributing the earpieces and took one.

“Be careful, kid.“ His baby blue eyes made it impossible to be rude to him. I tried to smile and assure him I would be, but the red aura surrounding the base told me otherwise.

***

“Y/n, anything on your side?“ Steve’s voice came through the earpiece. I felt Pietro’s eyes on me once again.

“Negative.“

It’s been around 30 minutes since we parted from the team and we were yet to find anything useful. The base being enormous and falling apart didn’t help us go faster either. Every turn we made or every room we entered was either destroyed or blocked by debris. I was getting annoyed, and Pietro’s useless presence and his obvious staring were not helping. We made another turn but we were again stopped by a destroyed wall. I groaned and hit my forehead on the wall in frustration.

“This is useless. We’re not going anywhere.“ I grumbled kicking the wall. Defeat weighing on my shoulders. 

“No shit, Sherlock.“ Pietro’s useful input made my blood boil. He may not see the aura but I could. Every corner, every single piece of debris was painted red. Just once have I ever seen anything like this and Strange and I almost died. I faced him ready to hit that beautiful smile off his face but the distant sound of footsteps halt me in my steps.

“Did you hear that?“ I whispered lowly, praying I had imagined it. I knew we had to find spirits to complete the mission. That didn’t mean I wanted to.

“Hear what?“ Pietro’s eyes searched mine for answers and whatever he found made him go pale. A shiver ran down my spine and I gulped. They were here.

I ignored him and silently started walking in the direction of the echo. At this distance, all I got from the spirits was that he was alone. That was the tricky part of red auras. 

“You’re scared,” Pietro stated knitting his eyebrows, “why are you scared?“ 

“I’m not scared.“ I lied blatantly. I was pooping my pants, I would be stupid if I wasn’t afraid after the last time. But he didn’t need to know that.

“You’re tapping your fingers against your thigh.“ He said matter of factly as if it was common sense. How did he know that? I stopped doing it immediately.

“What?“

“You always used to d-“ He stopped himself before he could finish, leaving me shocked. He frowned and looked even more lost than me. My eyes widened and against my will, they filled with tears that I refused to let go. I felt the air being knocked out of my lungs as if I had been kicked in the gut. I knew he didn’t remember me, so why did he keep doing that? It was cruel.

“I- I don’t know why I said that.“ He stammered running a hand through his hair. I sought his eyes but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. I stared at him, praying he would look back at me in the darkness of the place and would recognize me. It didn’t happen. My mouth opened against my will but the same sound of footsteps stopped me. Right, the mission. I straightened up as much as I could and cleared my throat. The sooner we finish, the faster I’ll be home; all this will be just a memory.

“This way.“ I cleaned my voice of any emotion and walked ahead of him towards the creepy noises. He stood frozen but moments later he walked beside me. Silence embraced us. I hated it, but I grew to accept it. We were no longer right for each other, and nothing I did was going to change it. 

We entered a new sector of the building. I gagged at the rotten smell of... dead. I covered my nose and breathed through my mouth. If the smell wasn’t enough of a hint then was the aura that grew more visible around every surface. I gulped. The dim light of our lanterns didn’t do much but gave us just enough clarity to distinguish our surroundings. The walls around us were moldy and partially destroyed. It was so dark even with lanterns I could barely see anything beyond my hands. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the walls around us giving the place a creepier vibe. 

“Keep your eyes open, we’re close.“ I warned in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the dead. There was a second of silence.

“Can you really see them? Ghosts.“ Pietro clarified, I could barely see him but I just knew his eyes had rounded in curiosity. It used to be the cutest view back in the asylum. He somehow misunderstood my silence for an invitation to keep talking. “I’ve heard some things from the others but...“ He left his sentence unfinished but I knew what he meant. ...nobody really knows what I can do.

I hesitated for a second and consider not answering but something pushed me to do it. 

“Yes, I can see them.“ He kept quiet out of surprise that I actually answered or fear about what I can do. I hoped it wasn’t the last one. I played with my fingers in anticipation. 

“There’s no way you can get any cooler right now.“ He gushed, awe evident in his voice. I whipped my head in his direction. I could see the outline of his face and noticed his childish grin. A surprised laugh left my lips and couldn’t help the feeling of warmth in my chest or the tiny tears of laughter that appeared.

“You’re so weird.“ I said cleaning my tears with a smile on my face. He turned his head in my direction and smiled sweetly at me. His eyes softened, recreating the exact image of the Pietro I knew. 

A ray of light blinded us out of nowhere. We shielded our eyes but as fast as it came, it left. We looked at each other and without a word being exchanged we ran after it. We reached the end of the aisle and turned left, at the distance, we could see the light turning right and disappearing into another corridor. At this pace, we were going to lose it. Pietro must have thought the same because one second we were standing on an empty aisle and the other, he was standing outside of a door carrying me bride style. With my arms around his neck, we stared at the light coming from the bottom of the door. With slow movements, Pietro put me down carefully. Giving him one last look I turned the knob and light flooded the dark corridor. 

Together we entered the new room. The walls were bare but unlike the whole building, there was no sign of ruin. In the middle of the room was a box. But it wasn’t the box itself that caught my attention rather the name written in bold letters on the side of it. Not Y/n Stark, but Y/n Khalida. My necromancer’s name. I was petrified. I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, and sweat running down my back. This wasn’t right. There’s something wrong.

“We gotta go.“ I ordered, taking Pietro’s hand and running to the door but at that exact moment, it closed on our faces. I ran to it and tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t move. I hit it once, twice but it didn’t even vibrate. The room turned completely red. And then I felt it. We were no longer alone. And when I turned around the spirit wasn’t the only one waiting for us.

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[quickiesgirl]

Nude - Peter Maximoff

Warning: Just nudity, but noting smut-

A/n: This was based on one of my older posts. I had no clue how to finish the ending, so it's not the best.

Like any other day, you and your boyfriend of eight months hung out together, alone, at his mom’s house.

You had just gotten out of the shower and were starting to head down the basement stairs.

Peter, who was playing ping pong by himself, watched as you stepped down, only in a small towel that was covering your body. You walked past the couch and over to the tiny wooden dresser that was full of t-shirts.

You dropped the towel, letting it fall to your feet as you reached over and slipped on your black panties. Before rummaging through the dresser, searching for Peter’s Supertramp tee.

Peter’s eyes broadened, and his whole face turned into a rosy shade. He completely stopped what he was doing and ogled your naked body.

Peter had seen you naked only a couple of times before, but it was still new and surprising to him.

You heard the sound of the ping-pong ball dropping on the ground behind you, causing you to smirk and slowly turn around to face him.

“You know, it’s rude to stare.”

Peter nervously gulped, trying to take his gaze away from your nude body, “oh- sorry.”

“It’s a joke.” you reassured the blushing boy. “R-right.” He nervously chuckled, slightly rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t mind if I stare?” Peter asked like a dork.

“Pete, we’ve been dating for a while now. You can stare all you want,” You smirked, “and you can even touch all you want.”

Peter looked at you from across the table, growing a mischievous smile across his face. Gaining confidence, he sped over beside you and lifted you into his arms, bridal style.

“Well, If you say so...” He playfully smirked before speeding you two over to the bed.

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The rest of the morning ended with you letting him touch your body all over and fondle your breasts. THIS BOY FELT LIKE HE WAS IN HEAVEN!

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[writingoddess1125]

1999 Kurt Wagner x Reader Pt.3

   Bayville, IL March 1999- Bayville Junior High 

    “Now repeat after me class, Entschuldigung” The old German teacher said calmly as she wrote it on the whiteboard. The class numbly repeated the word in a depressing monotone. Leon wasn't paying attention in the slightest as he found trying to balance a pencil on his upper lip far more entertaining than the German language. He had no interest in the class but he had to take a language class and Spanish was filled up so they got thrown into the German class. He glanced at his twin who was doodling on his desk with a similar bored expression on his face, Milo having drawn a sort of comic strip of two little devils wreaking havoc and doing other silly tasks. Leon is already getting distracted from his twin's doodle and glancing around the room, ‘Boring…Boring.. Oh Hello~ There’ Leon raised an eyebrow as he saw a pretty girl in the front in her cheerleading uniform that rode up a bit, he tilted his head a bit like this was going to allow him to see more when he felt a whack to the back of his head, wincing he glared at his twin knowing he had been the one to do it with his tail. “Tool-” “Bite me” Milo replied with a smirk, “Mr, (Y/L/N)’s Is there something you two want to share with the class?” Leon gave a awkward chuckle and quickly shook his head “U-Uh no Ma’am-” 

“God, that class took forever! I never thought we would get out of there!” Leon said with a laugh as he rushed out of the building with his skateboard under his arm, Milo right on his tail as he playfully shoved his brother “You are just dumber than a rock dude, not the classes fault” He joked before he tossed down his board and sped down the sidewalk, Leon snorting a laugh as he repeated the action and followed his brother. “Yeah Yeah whatever!” The two brothers started to insult each other as they rode down the sidewalks, weaving through the traffic of people like experts as they headed home. “Hey lets stop by the Stop and Go real quick, I want a pop” Leon called out to Milo as he made a hard turn into the dinky little corner store. Milo rolling his eyes but following anyway. After a few turns they pulled up to the very nice looking 

“Woah, Look at this thing-” Milo chimed as he couldn't help but admire the motorcycle, It was an older Harley Davidson that looked very well taken care of, Leon smirking as he whistled at it “Bad Ass” he chimed as he looked over it. A twinkle of Mischief in his eyes as he glanced around the two of them “Hey stand guard” Leon told his brother as he tossed down his bookbag quickly and slipped himself onto the bike, Leon felt like a total badass even if his feet were barely touching the blacktop as he sat on the bike “Dude You're gonna get caught!” Milo hissed at his brother as he went to pull him off, Leon wrapping his tail on the bottom stem of the seat to keep himself planted, the two starting to bicker at each other loudly like some odd game of tug of war. Leon and Milo going back and forth so heavily their scales dissolving revealing their natural blue forms, It wasn't until the sound of the store's bell ringing and the audible sound of a can falling to the ground did the twins stop. Turning their yellow eyes to see a figure standing there in utter shock, He was a stocky guy with jet black hair and a wicked five o’clock shadow wearing some jeans and a very worn leather jacket. He looked like he beat people's asses for fun and he was looking at them with the most wide eyed surprised look that did not fit his face. 

There was a few seconds of silence as the three figures stared at each other, shocked at seeing each other. Milo was the first to do anything, Yanking his brother off the bike causing the expensive Motorcycle to fall and then a loud “BAMF!” as the twins disappeared with a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone leaving behind the skateboards and Leons bookbag. 

The man stood there, Staring at where the two kids had been before stepping forward. Picking up his bike from the ground and pulling out his cellphone from his pocket as he dialed the first number to pop up, pressing it to his ear as he picked up the fallen bookbag and looking it over as the line picked up. “Hey Chuck its Logan, I just saw something real fucking interesting-” He muttered as he found a tag on the lip of the backpack which read ‘If Lost please call (Y/N) (L/N) at 555-xxx-xxxx or return to this address-’ Logan’s eyes widening at this “Just bring the Elf along too- He’s gonna want to see this” 

“Dude you fucking idiot! If mom finds out someone saw us she is gonna kill us!” Milo said as he shook his Twin. The two boys standing behind some random park Milo had teleported them too, Leon was biting his lip as he panicked and tried to think of what to do. “Okay Okay! She first of all, wont find out and second wont see us. That guy looked like some gang banger or something so no one will believe him and they know us more! But just in case lets chill at Josh’s for a while” Leon said as he tried to make his shitting ‘Plan’ work. Milo groaned as he rubbed his face more and glared at his other half- “Fine... We’ll chill with Josh... But we dont say a word to Mom” Leon nodded at this as he took a sigh in relief, which was cut short due to the punch to the dick he got by Milo a second later- 

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“Are you sure this is alright Nancy?” (Y/N) asked as she walked into the house, kicking off her shoes and setting down her purse. Adjusting her Nokia against her ear as she listened to the other line “Yeah (Y/N) the boys said they wanted to sleep over here with Josh for the night. Ill drop them off tomorrow too” Nancy had always been a reliable parent and the only other mutant in the Town, She had helped (Y/N) quite a few times and gave the single mother some time to herself. “Alright, I really appreciate it. Just make sure they dont get into too much trouble” (Y/N) said as she went to the fridge to grab some food and wine for the evening, with pleasant goodbyes (Y/N) grabbed her armfull of random left overs and put on some Friends. Free time activated- 

Next Morning 

(Y/N) rubbed her tired eyes, She truly did not feel like getting back up from her bed. It was her only day off and she had already gotten up to make sure the trash was out before finding herself back in her bed. However, the annoying sound of the doorbell going off made her groan loudly in frustration before she forced herself up “I'm coming!..God Damn…” She barked angrily as she marched to the front door, wrapping her bathrobe around herself tightly and slammed it open ready to tell whoever was at the door to leave, however her irritation and tiredness was quickly wiped from her when she saw who was at her door. Her blood ran cold and her heart sank to her stomach. There was Xavier seated in his chair looking up at her calmly and to his left stood Jean who looked very nervous to be there with Logan behind her, giving her a single nod in greeting and to the right… the last person she ever wanted to see again, Kurt. He was messing with his own hands as his Yellow eyes stared at her nervously. 

                      “Ms. (Y/L/N) it's lovely to see you again. May we come inside?’

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I'm in Sweetheart. Always Am.

Warning ⚠: Suggestive adult content.

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A/N: IDK what this is. But it's currently my mood.

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Y/N: Erik, what is this?

Erik: Darling, I can explain. You see.

Y/N: UNBELIEVABLE! How come you never told me? We're in a relationship for God's sake Erik.

Erik: (sad look and puts his head down) I'm sorry. Please don't be mad.

Y/N: MAD? Erik, I'm FURIOUS. How come Charles didn't give me one?

Erik: (in shock) WHAT?

Y/N: And you're so selfish. You didn't think I wanted in too?

Erik: You..... Want...... This?

Y/N: I'm in sweetheart. Always am.

Erik: (gulps nervously) What about me?

Y/N: I'm not going in alone. You're coming with me. (smiles darkly)

*That's good to hear love. Today at eight in the evening. Be bare. You too Erik sweetie.*