#peter maximoff x ps reader

[taintandviolent]

Lime Green Jell-O; Peter Maximoff x Reader

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

word count: 2K!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am not.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow! Peter, what are you doing?" 

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

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

“Maaaybe.” 

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, Peter.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I do. The only one I want.”

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

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

“C’mon, give it to me…” 

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

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

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

“....oh….oh my fuckin’....” 

“....shit-shit-shit, Peter…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 25

summary: shopping in NYC, core memories at the compound, and things get steamy.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: think twice - Eve 6

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this chapter was going to be twice as long, but I wanted to break it up into two. thanks for reading, thanks for letting me take it slow, because this is my favorite daydream.

ps...the images below from a certain daydream of Gianna's are from tiktoker @animarvelita and all credit is to them!

chapter list

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“Wakey, wakey!” Wanda plopped onto Gianna’s (Bucky’s) bed with the energy of an overeager puppy. She was still in her pajamas, the sun barely peeking through the window. 

“What time is it?” Gianna groaned, pulling the covers over her head. 

“Oh, come on!” Wanda protested, pulling the comforter back down. “I’ve waited so long to go shopping with a girlfriend, please don’t make me wait any longer.” 

“None of the stores are even open yet!” 

“Well, we have to stop for coffee first. Duh.” 

The magic word that always got Gianna out of bed. 

An hour later, they’d officially banished their bedhead and were ready for the day. The morning sun cast a golden glow on the sleek glass exterior of the Tower. Wanda and Gianna emerged from the prestigious building, only one of them surprised by what was waiting outside. As soon as they stepped onto the sidewalk, the peaceful morning evaporated. A swarm of paparazzi, twice the size of the one from the past night, awaited them. Cameras flashed, and a cacophony of shouted questions filled the air.

"Gianna, is it true you and Bucky Barnes are an item?"

"Ms. Cruz, any comments on your rumored romance with the Winter Soldier?"

“Ms. Maximoff, are you seeing Peter Parker romantically?” 

“Gianna, any new music coming soon?” 

Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. Gianna, accustomed to the media frenzy, ignored them except for a slight smirk at Wanda when she was asked a question about Peter. 

They swiftly made their way to the waiting black SUV, Gianna flashing her bright smile and waving. Once inside, Gianna let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. "Man, I didn’t miss that." she said with a chuckle, glancing at Wanda.

Wanda nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "It comes with the territory, I suppose."

“So, are you?” Gianna’s eyes narrowed mischievously. 

“What?” 

“Seeing Peter Parker romantically?” 

“Oh, shut up!” 

Their first destination was one of Gianna's favorite coffee shops, a charming little place tucked in the corner of a smaller neighborhood in the city. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they entered, the intimate shop a welcome refuge from the chaos outside.

Gianna ordered their specialty—a salted caramel macchiato—and Wanda opted for a chai latte. They settled into a corner booth, the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of cups creating a soothing background melody.

Pointing out of the window, Gianna said, "See that hotel over there? That’s where I used to live.” 

Wanda followed her gaze. “You lived in a hotel?” 

“Yeah. In the penthouse.” Gianna looked sheepish. 

“Damn, I can think of worse places to live.” 

“It might look glamorous, but it was incredibly lonely.” Her eyes glassed over. “There were some nights when the city seemed to mock my solitude. It’s always so busy, people everywhere, always on the move. I felt like I came home from the studio to my big, empty suite and all I heard were people’s lives happening down below. It just made me angry I didn’t have one of my own. "

Wanda's empathetic gaze met Gianna's. "I can't imagine how isolating that must have felt."

Gianna offered a wistful smile, attempting to shift the mood around. "But things are different now. I have you guys. I never thought I’d be able to say I’m going shopping with an Avenger."

“Oh, hush.” Wanda elbowed her. “You’re stuck with us now.”

With their coffees in hand, they strolled down the bustling New York streets, Gianna dismissing the driver for morning. She wanted to give Wanda the real ‘New York’ experience. 

Their first stop was a luxury boutique, its windows adorned with the latest couture creations. A little known gem Gianna’s stylist had shown her.

Wanda’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she browsed the racks, her fingers dancing across the hangars. "What do you think of this dress?" she asked, holding up a gown that caught the light and reflected it across the room in a thousand pinpricks.

Gianna smiled. "It's stunning, Wanda. It would look amazing on you."

Encouraged by her approval, Wanda decided to try it on, disappearing into the fitting room with a swirl of fabric. As she emerged in the breathtaking gown, Gianna couldn't help but gasp. "Oh my God, you look absolutely enchanting. You have to get it. This would be perfect for the gala, or whatever Tony’s throwing."

Wanda twirled, the dress billowing around her like a cloud. "I wish. Unfortunately, superhero work doesn’t pay as well as you’d think.” 

Gianna frowned. “You didn’t think I’d bring you shopping and not pay…did you?” 

Before Wanda could protest, she’d disappeared around the corner, telling the store owner to add it to her tab - along with matching shoes and earrings.

The day continued in a whirlwind of shopping bags, laughter, and lots of swipes on Gianna’s credit card. Despite the relentless attention from the paparazzi, they managed to stay one step ahead thanks to service elevators and back doors.

The sun had finally dipped below the horizon as Gianna and Wanda returned to the Avengers' Tower, their arms laden with bags from their day of shopping. Quite literally feeling like they were about to drop, they decided to spend the night in. After a quick change of clothes, Gianna swiping the baggiest sweats she could find from Bucky’s room, they met back in the living room. It looked even bigger than it had on game night, the two of them taking up hardly any space in the sprawling room. 

“Takeout?” Wanda purred, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

“Chinese?” 

“Wine?” 

“You dial, I’ll pour.”

As they sipped their wine and ate straight from the takeout boxes, a comfortable silence settled between them. 

After a while, Gianna let out a sigh, her gaze drifting towards the city lights twinkling outside the window. "You know, Wanda," she began, her voice soft, "I really am thankful we met. I haven’t had…a lot of friends."

Wanda turned her head to look at her, putting a hand on her knee. "I know. I haven’t either. I’m glad too. I didn’t know how much I needed this."

“It sounds so silly, you know? To have this crazy, dream life…but all I could think about was having, I don’t know, normal experiences. I used to watch all these shows on TV with best friends getting ready or talking or going shopping,” She sipped her wine. “I used to get so jealous. Then I’d feel guilty for being ungrateful for the life I had.” 

Wanda looked down at her lap. “I went to the store, kind of incognito, you know. It was right after they came out with my action figure. Nat had one for a while, I was so excited to finally get my own. I just wanted to go to the mall and see for myself. When I got there, I saw a group of girls, teenagers all buying one together. I went home crying. I didn’t even know why. It was…supposed to be something I was proud of, I was even going to buy one. Seeing them, all laughing together, it made me feel so alone. Then the fact that they were buying my action figure, it didn’t make me feel cool at all. It made me feel like some kind of…”

“Commodity?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah.” Gianna squeezed Wanda’s hand. “I get it.”

“Damn…we really shouldn’t drink wine. This is depressing.” Wanda cleared her throat.

“Surely there’s something else around here somewhere.” Gianna laughed.

“Change of subject. What else do you want? You wanted friends, freedom, you got it. Maybe you’re speaking it into existence.” Wanda winked.

Gianna's gaze became distant, her laughter trailing off. “I don’t know…I guess I want more of this. I want to be surrounded by people I love. I don’t like to be alone.”

Wanda, unintentionally and without meaning to invade her friend's privacy, let her powers touch the surface of Gianna's thoughts. What she saw there made her heart swell. Images of a future, warm and inviting, unfolded before her. She saw Gianna and Bucky, their faces etched with happiness. Crows’ feet had formed around both of their eyes from years of laughter. They were surrounded by children with familiar blue eyes and dark hair, the spitting image of who Wanda could easily tell was their father. She could feel the longing, even in Gianna’s fleeting daydreams.

“Wanda?” 

“What? Sorry!” She shook her head, snapping back to reality. 

“I asked what you would want, if you could choose anything.” 

Wanda smiled. “I guess I want the same thing. Less training. More shopping sprees. A world that doesn’t need to be saved.” She winked. “To be able to wear heels around Peter without being taller than him.” 

“Cheers to that,” Gianna raised her glass, gesturing out the window to the sprawling city skyline. “Let’s hope there’s a shooting star out there somewhere.”

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“I still can’t believe it took three trips to unload all your bags.” Peter groaned, dropping the last round on the common room floor. 

“It wouldn’t have taken three trips if you could carry them all at once.” Wanda winked. 

“Hey, I’m not -” he protested before being interrupted by Gianna. 

“What, a superhero?” She elbowed him playfully. “Thanks, Peter. You’re the best!” 

Shortly after their early afternoon arrival at the compound, the sun had enticed everyone to enjoy the unseasonably warm October day. It was quiet around the compound, Tony and Nat still in New York and Steve and Bucky not due back from their mission for another day. Gathered near the lake, Peter and the girls had joined Sam on the dock. A game of frisbee had started, but got cut short when Wanda complained that she was bored.

Peter, raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Who's up for a little adventure?" he asked, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Wanda perked up immediately. "What do you have in mind?"

With a dramatic flourish, Peter shot a web towards a nearby tree, creating a makeshift rope swing. "Ladies and Sam, I present - the world’s first Spider-Swing!” Tugging on the web, he swung out over the water before letting go and loosely backflipping into the water. 

Gianna and Wanda exchanged amused glances before Gianna shrugged, “Well, if it’s the world’s first!” She stood and kicked off her shoes, tugging her sweatshirt over her head just as a soaking wet Peter climbed onto the dock. 

“Yeah…probably should have taken my shoes off first.” He shook his wet hair, making Wanda squeal as the droplets rained down on her. Holding out his hand, he looked at Gianna. “You ready?” 

“Don’t make me regret this.” She grinned nervously, taking his hand. Peter pulled her to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as he shot a web high into a nearby tree. The tension on the web pulled them into the air, cool wind sending Gianna’s hair flying behind them. When they got to the highest point, Peter let go, sending them both tumbling through the air towards the glassy lake. As she plunged into the water, the cold shock momentarily stole her breath, but it was replaced by exhilaration. From the dock, Sam and Wanda watched as they broke the surface. Gianna’s scream and Peter’s laughter echoed across the water. 

Their heads bobbed to the surface a moment later, laughter resuming. 

“Me next!” Wanda set her shoes aside.

“Girl, did you forget you can fly?” Sam eyed her. 

“Shut up!” A wave of her hand sent Sam hurtling off the dock and into the water. Peter climbed onto the dock, giving Gianna a hand before turning to swing away with Wanda. Gianna couldn’t help but notice his hand was ever-so-slightly lower on Wanda’s hip than on her own. She grinned as they fell into the water. 

Peter, clearly not content with the current level of excitement, decided to up the ante. With reckless abandon, he swung higher and higher, the arc of his swing stretching dramatically with each turn. The girls sat on the edge of the dock with Sam, clothes all completely soaked through. 

“Gianna, are you afraid of heights?” 

Wanda and Gianna exchanged a nervous glance, realizing what Peter was asking. "Peter, don't you dare—" Wanda began, but it was too late.

With a whoop that echoed across the compound, Peter looped his arm around Gianna’s waist and sent them both soaring into the sky, reaching a height that seemed almost impossible. For a heart-stopping moment, they hung frozen in midair, two silhouettes against the late afternoon sky. A second later, gravity reclaimed them, sending both bodies hurtling towards the water.

“Shit,” Wanda knit her brows together, holding a hand out to slow down their fall. Sam tensed beside her. Before she could engage her powers, Peter shot another web and swung to catch Gianna ten feet above the water’s surface. He held her around the waist, swinging by the dock and dropping onto his feet, lowering her gently to the ground. Her laughter rippled in the air, unaware of any danger ever surrounding her. She had nothing but trust in her friends, for better or for worse. 

Gianna wiped wet strands of hair out of her face, still laughing. “You have officially ruined roller coasters for me, nothing will ever compare to that.”

Peter bowed dramatically, water droplets cascading from his hair. "Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week."

Sam and Wanda exchanged glances, both of them taking a deep breath of relief. They knew Peter would never intentionally hurt anyone, but sometimes his playful nature got the best of him and he’d forget how powerful he truly was. Before Gianna had even caught her breath from the adrenaline rush, two sets of combat boots thudded across the dock. 

“Bucky, stop!” 

“What the HELL were you thinking!” 

All four heads whipped around to see Bucky storming down the dock towards them, seeing red. Steve was hot on his tail, both of them still in full tactical gear. Without slowing down, Bucky made a beeline for Peter, who’d gone pale. 

“I didn’t, I was just -” He was cut off by Bucky grabbing a fistful of his soaking wet t-shirt and pulling him close. 

“You were just…what?” Bucky’s voice was a low snarl, dripping with rage. 

Peter, standing on his tiptoes as his shirt was firmly bunched in a metal fist, looked utterly terrified. "I...uh, we were just having fun, Buck, I swear!"

Steve placed a calming hand on Bucky's shoulder, his brows knit together. "Easy, Buck. Let's talk about this."

Bucky was on the edge, his concern for Gianna sending him beyond reason. He ignored Steve completely. "Fun? You call risking her safety fun?" His gaze darted to Sam and Wanda, who looked equally taken aback. "And you two, you just let it happen! You’re supposed to know better, what were you thinking?!"

Gianna’s eyes were big and watery, guilt bubbling in her stomach watching her friends get scolded. The playful atmosphere of moments before had been shattered. Her heart felt twisted, half of her overjoyed to see Bucky a day earlier than expected and half of her in shock at this side of him she hadn’t seen before. 

Bucky's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable. "She shouldn't have to risk her safety for anyone's amusement. She's not a toy, Wanda. I mean come on guys, the goddamn bruises on her back haven’t even healed!" 

“Bucky…” Gianna’s voice was soft, tentative. “No one made me do it…I wanted to. It isn’t their fault.” 

His harsh, angry expression faltered at her voice and he released Peter. Slowly, Bucky turned to Gianna, eyes running over her entire body. He gingerly cupped her face, still scanning for any sign of harm. “Are you okay?” His eyes had completely softened, all anger had given way to concern. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled softly, his warm hands feeling heavenly on her cold cheeks. Holding his gaze, she pressed a gentle kiss on his palm.

Steve stepped in, his tone firm but understanding. "We get it, Buck. I'll talk to Peter and make sure it doesn't happen again. We're all here to look out for each other."

Bucky nodded, but didn’t look away from Gianna. "You’re sure you're okay?"

Gianna nodded, her voice small. "I'm fine, Bucky, really."

Bucky's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he reluctantly backed down, his protectiveness still evident. "Fine…but you should at least get changed. You’re going to catch a cold if you stand out here in soaking wet clothes.”

She grabbed her sweatshirt from the crumpled pile on the ground, giving Peter and Wanda an apologetic look while her back was to Bucky. Turning, she held her hand out to him. “Care to escort me?” 

The tension began to ease as they walked back towards the compound, but it was clear that Bucky's protective stance wasn't just a passing moment of anger—it was a reflection of how deeply he cared for Gianna. His anger was well-contained, so for it to come out so wildly, especially towards his team…they knew he wasn’t messing around when it came to her. 

Once they were out of earshot, Steve turned to the group, eyebrows raised. 

“You guys could have been a little more careful.” 

“I know, Cap, it’s my fault. I should have stopped it.” Sam looked sheepish. 

“No, no, it’s my fault, I got carried away and—” Peter began to fumble out an apology before Steve interrupted, holding a hand up. 

“I get it. You don’t need a lecture. Just…be careful. Especially with Gianna. Bucky’s a little overprotective, especially since the accident. No harm no foul.” He gave a reassuring smile. “But you should get changed, don’t want anyone getting sick around here.” 

Back in her room, Bucky made a beeline for the massive bathtub that hadn’t been used yet. As hot water began to fill the basin, Gianna sat on the edge, tugging on his arm. 

“You’re back.” 

“We finished a day early, I wanted to surprise you.” 

She chuckled. “You definitely did.” 

Bucky sighed, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I just…when I came around the corner and saw you, so high in the air, all I could think of was that day.” His jaw clenched. He didn’t have to elaborate. They both knew exactly what he meant. “You were so vulnerable and I was too far away to save you. If something had happened to you—”

Gianna stroked his cheek, tilting his head up to look at her. “I know. I should have been more careful. I didn’t mean to scare you. You were completely justified to feel that way.” 

He studied her face, eyes still concerned. Wordlessly, she lifted her hands over her head, giving him a pleading look. The water was the only sound as his hands grabbed the hem of her soaked t-shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. His breath caught as he studied her, topless, right in front of him. He’d seen her change before, but either averted his eyes of politeness or, more recently, desire to avoid temptation. This time, his eyes were locked on her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, the cold air caressing her exposed body. 

Gianna stood, her stomach now level with his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his fingers inside her waistband and tugged her sweatpants down. She stepped out, leaving a soaking pile of clothes on the floor and her standing in nothing but a pair of white lace underwear.

For the second time today, Bucky showed a side of himself she didn’t recognize. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, eyes devouring her. As he knelt before her, he ran a hand up the back of her leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His blue eyes were hungry as he looked up at her, the intensity making her blush. Steam curled around her body from the nearly full bath behind her. 

A teasing smile danced on her lips as Gianna turned away from him. Hooking her thumbs in the lace, she let the last article of clothing fall to the floor. Bucky let out a soft moan, frozen in place on his knees. She lowered herself slowly into the water, the warmth feeling indescribable on her chilled skin. When she was fully submerged, she rested her elbows on the edge, meeting Bucky’s eyes. 

“Join me?”

His breath caught. 

Eyes full of want, he reached out and stroked her hair back from her face. The cargo pants and tactical vest he had on, still adorned with weapons, made him look even bigger than he was. The juxtaposition of his intimidating exterior against his soft, pleading eyes was poetic. For a moment, Gianna felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

This is it. It’s finally going to happen. 

Just as she felt warmth and butterflies flood her stomach, he stood. 

“I should clean up.” Bucky’s eyes had cleared, something inside him shifting. “I haven’t showered in days, I’m disgusting. I’ll come back when you’re done and we can catch up.” 

He knelt down, cupping her surprised face, and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I missed you.” 

Before she could protest, he was shutting the door behind him. 

What the hell just happened? Gianna blinked. 

Bucky shut the door to his room harder than he anticipated, leaning against it as he tried to catch his breath. Goddammit. This is going to be harder than I thought. He stripped off layer after layer of his gear and stepped into the cold shower, trying with everything in him not to think about her in the hot bath one room over. 

[plus-size-reader]

White Zombie

13 Days of Halloween 2021

Peter Maximoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2621 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Watching a classic horror movie with Peter

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“I can’t believe this is how you want to spend a Saturday night” you groaned, plopping down on the couch.

Of all the things that you two could have been doing tonight, this was his idea of a good time? It seemed like a colossal snoozefest, but you didn’t want to argue too much.

After all, it was almost Halloween and you got to decide what you did last weekend when you ‘forced’ Peter to go bowling with you. 

He put up a huge fight over that but you both knew he had more fun than you did.

Still, fair is fair which means that you’d have to sit through whatever Peter picked out tonight.

No matter what it was.

“Are you out of your mind? This is going to be off the hook, trust me” Peter assured, sitting down beside you with a similar plop to your own. He never had been one for personal space, so immediately his feet came to rest across your lap.

You wanted to believe him, of course, that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal but you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t really get horror movies and if you were going to watch something, it wasn’t going to be something so ridiculous. Though, Peter had always loved them.

He was constantly stealing bootlegs and a few months back, he even brought home his very own Video Home System to play those tapes.

The one that if they had caught him trying to steal they would have arrested him for, and the one you were currently sitting in front of. 

Not that you were all that concerned, there wasn’t anyone in the world who could catch him.

“Well, I still think we could have figured something else out” you groaned, propping your own feet up on the table.

If you were going to be stuck here for the next few hours, the least you could do for yourself was get comfortable. Clearly, Peter had already made up his mind to do just that.

“Just shut up and eat your popcorn” he grumbled, a casual smile on his face when you turned to look at him, the kind of smirk that told you that even though there wasn’t popcorn in your lap a second ago, there would be when you looked down.

...and sure enough, there was.

You had to give him one thing, the boy knew how to keep you happy.

“Fine, but this is still lame” you huffed, shoving a handful of freshly popped popcorn into your mouth without hesitation, reaching out to take hold of the case he’d brought home for tonight specifically.

He had gathered quite the collection, and by this point, you’d seen every single tape he owned several times already. Because of that, he was always on the hunt for new or unique ones he could nab when he was out.

This one included.

“White Zombie?” you repeated, reading the obviously vintage cover in hopes that he could help tell you what was so special about it that you needed to see it tonight but he didn’t say anything.

In fact, Peter didn’t speak again until all the lights were off with the exception of the Christmas lights above and the stop light he liked to keep plugged in on the wall.

Then, once he was comfortable with the dimness in his basement dwelling, he sat back down beside you.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen this movie. It’s been out since the 30s” he scoffed, in absolute awe of how out-of-touch his best friend managed to be where horror was concerned.

By this point, he would have thought you would have picked up a thing or two, but somehow, you managed to not hear a thing when he went on those long winded spiels about the newest flicks he wanted to see or the new one’s he’d found rummaging around.

Which wasn’t entirely your fault.

When Peter got really excited, he had a tendency to ramble and if he was human, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered but rambling made quite the tricky habit with super speed.

He was almost impossible to understand, but he got so excited that you didn’t have the heart to correct him. Usually, you just let him go and watched whatever goofy tape he found without complaint.

Usually.

It wasn’t until the scary movies came out that you got a little squeamish.

They just freaked you out and no matter how hard you tried, you didn’t understand what it was about them that Peter loved so much. 

They were weird, and it didn’t make sense that someone would scare themselves on purpose.

You definitely didn’t get any joy out of it, not like he did.

“Do I look like I’ve seen it before?” you sighed, your eyes only falling away from his face when the soundtrack began to play from the screen. 

There was no going back now, you were just going to have to bear it.

...but perhaps it wouldn’t be too awful.

After all, how scary could a movie from 1932 actually be?

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Very.

As it would turn out, the movie was pretty terrifying.

The fact that it was forty-two years old wasn’t nearly enough to dull the effect it was having on you.

From the soundtrack to the blood curdling screams, you hadn’t been able to actually relax since Peter pressed play and that didn’t even take into account the worst part of all of it.

The zombies.

For some reason, they were the most horrifying part of the entire experience, and every time you had to look at another one on that screen, you couldn’t help the clench of fear in your gut, or the way your eyes screwed tight on their own.

It was really taking a toll on you, and by this point, your best friend had noticed.

Of course he had.

You had started tonight on the opposite end of the couch and as the minutes ticked by, you slowly wormed your way toward his end.

“What’s the problem?” Peter hummed, a soft amusement in his tone as you all but burrowed yourself into his side.

You had never reacted so poorly to a movie like this before, but as worried as he was about you, it was hard not to be amused.

It was kind of cute, seeing you all scared over something so goofy.

“They’re gross, all blank and dead-eyed” you grumbled back, your words far too muffled into the fabric of his shirt for him to actually hear the words you were saying. 

Though, he got the point of what you were trying to say.

It wasn’t that hard to guess.

“It isn’t that bad, it’s just a movie” Peter shot back, teasing you with his words, while he made more room for you between his body and the couch, his right arm eventually settling over your shoulders.

Just a movie or not, it was scaring you more than you would have hoped to admit.

You felt like a toddler.

...and frankly, you were shocked that Peter wasn’t making fun of you for it.

That was what the two of you always did. You teased each other and razzed one another when something childish or strange came to light. 

It was how you’d managed to stay friends for so long, but why he wasn’t doing it now was lost on you?

This was gold.

Though, it wasn’t nearly as funny as you thought it was.

Peter might have gotten a lot of joy out of poking fun at you, it wasn’t nearly as much fun if you weren’t in on the joke.  

Personally, Peter thought that this movie was incredible but if you weren’t interested in watching it, there was no reason to keep going.

Especially not if it was upsetting you.

“Do you want me to turn it off?” he asked, after a few more moments of silence between the two of you, when you still hadn’t lifted your head away from his chest.

When he suggested you do this, he thought it would be some lighthearted fun you could have to celebrate the season but he didn’t want to do any permanent damage to your psyche or anything like that.

He didn’t want you to have nightmares or something.

“No, it’s okay. It’s a good movie” you tried, genuinely telling him as much of the truth as you possibly could. The plot of the movie wasn’t bad, and you did get a little bit of a rush watching it.

You just knew that you could never watch it alone.

“Are you sure about that?” Peter countered, holding up his hand as if he had some kind of evidence, which technically, he did because in his hand was yours. You’d taken it at some point and had yet to let it go.

Not that Peter minded.

He liked knowing that his presence by your side brought you some amount of comfort, even if terrorizing you had been his idea in the first place.

“I can let go, it's fine” you scoffed, sarcasm dripping from your lips as you dared him to make you move to the other side of the couch while also praying that he didn’t, never once lessening your grip on his hand..

If he wanted to be a jerk about it, he could be a jerk by himself.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll protect you” Peter decided, his hand tightening around yours to keep you close, a silent promise on his lips that you couldn’t have missed if you wanted to.

I’ll protect you.

That’s what he said, and even with as ridiculous as he could be sometimes, you believed every word of it.

“You will, won’t you?” you hummed, your voice much softer now as you looked up at him, at the man you’d known for most of your life. The man that you knew was more familiar with you than you were with yourself.

At the man you cared so much for.

Peter didn’t answer for a second.

There was a vulnerability in your eyes that he’d never seen there before, a fear that he wasn’t even aware that you felt. 

It was so much deeper than the surface fear he could practically feel through your skin.

What you were asking him was so much more than the words you said.

“Yeah, I’d never let the zombies get you” he grinned, his gaze faltering only slightly as he forced himself to look away from you, his heart beating so fast that even he thought it might stop if he wasn’t careful.

It was a lot to take in at once.

He knew what you meant, of course, because Peter always knew what you meant but that didn’t mean he knew where to go with it.

What you were asking was far greater than he knew how to handle.

Still, it was clear that you weren’t going to let him off easy, seeing as the movie was now almost entirely forgotten between the two of you.

Instead, you were doing everything you could to try and keep your emotions in check while Peter focused far more on keeping his heart from literally erupting out of his chest. A task that was getting more and more difficult.

The more he focused on his own body, the more he could feel yours, which was only making him panic more.

For almost as long as he’d known you, Peter had been trying to keep this ridiculous middle school crush at bay, but the longer he did, the more obvious it became that you weren’t in middle school anymore.

...and it wasn’t just some dumb crush.

He was in love with you.

“You know that’s not what I mean, Pete” you started but you didn’t have to elaborate any further before he got the point. Of course he knew what you meant, and deep down, he knew what he wanted to say.

If only he could make his tongue form the sounds.

“Yeah, I know” he tried, his throat unreasonably dry as he forced himself to think of something, now too preoccupied with everything going on between the two of you to watch the movie, which you had returned to.

Every once and a while, you would jump slightly or hide your face in his shirt but you didn’t say anything else. You didn’t complain about the movie, and thankfully, you didn’t ask anything more about him.

He definitely didn’t know what to say.

Which wasn’t entirely his fault. After all, Peter hadn’t been expecting this, even if he had been sort of dreaming about it forever and it was hard not to be at a little bit of a loss.

Now that something was happening, he was far less confident in his position.

“Pete, you’re missing the movie” you cooed eventually, after you caught him looking at you out of the corner of your eye again. 

He had just been staring at you and as flattering as it was, he was the reason you were watching this stupid thing in the first place.

If he was bored, you had a million other things you’d rather do.

Immediately, the male at your side straightened out, his attention snapping in the direction of the tv but not too long after, he was looking back anyway.

He couldn’t help himself.

You two had never even come close to broaching the subject of how you felt with one another but now that you had, it was all he could think about. He wanted to say something, to do something, but he wasn’t sure.

“Peter? What is going on?” you asked, hoping that he would tell you whatever it was that was wrong with him.

It was insane.

Whatever it was, there was no reason he couldn’t tell you.

“I love you! I love you and it’s twisting me up inside. I wanted to tell you but no matter what I do, the words won’t come out right. I just don’t know what I’m doing and I look like a total idiot” he groaned, all of his frustration culminating in that speedy rambling that you couldn’t have hoped to understand even if you wanted to.

...and of course you couldn’t.

No amount of friendship and care could change his superhuman abilities.

Still, you weren’t entirely helpless in trying to figure out what he was trying to tell you because eventually, you decided to use a superpower of your own.

Before he could literally make himself pass out, you did the only thing you could think to do and kissed him. It was hardly the romantic first kiss that you would have hoped for but at least it kept him from panicking too bad.

Really, that was all you could want.

...and it worked.

By the time you’d pulled away from Peter, he’d stopped talking completely and was just looking at you, his eyes wide. This was something you had never thought would actually happen, on either side.

“O-kay” Peter hummed, taking a second to further calm himself down before he spoke, seemingly trying to force the words slower than came naturally, which you were glad for.

As much as you wouldn’t have minded having to kiss him again, it would have been far better if the second time you kissed was for real.

“You wanna run that first part by me again?” you joked, a huge grin on your face because whether he repeated it or not, you both knew what he wanted to say with all those words you couldn’t quite hear.

Peter loved you.

...and you loved Peter, even if his taste in movies was absolutely awful.

[moonlit-imagines]

Mutant One Seat Over

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: ahhhh anon you are so super sweet!!! thank you so much! to do this awesome request, reader is gn and has natural spider powers! (as opposed to engineering tech to accommodate powers, but i know you said “like peter parker” so i hope this is okay!) mwah!

prompt: anonymous: “Hi Could you do a Xmen- Peter X Spider!Reader one shot where the reader is a new student in the school for gifted youngsters and they have spider powers (like peter Parker). They don’t really attend classes or have any friends and Charles are trying to get them more comfortable in the school So he literally drags her to class. she has to sit next to Peter maximoff and he is totally mesmerized by her and and they become really close and starts dating.

Ps: hope your having a great day and staying safe. Your such a talented writer and also don’t feel pressed to do this I totally understand if you decide not to, just do what you feel like🥰❤️❤️”

Ever since puberty, you just haven’t been the same. I might have to mention that you’re a mutant, let’s just say that you had a different idea in mind when warned that “your body will go through all sorts of changes.” The surfacing of your mutation was startling, uncomfortable, and confusing.

Some lovely abilities you had acquired were: sticking to almost anything that came into contact with your skin (you’re working on it), being able to spin your own webs (which you were getting pretty good at, fantastic vision, super strength, and much more to be explored.

After a little mishap at school when you got stuck in a bathroom stall for three and a half hours, your parents thought it best to send you to a boarding school that was “much more your speed.”

“No. No, I don’t want to leave!” You pleaded with your parents once they broke the news to you. They were heartbroken that it had to go this far, but this is what needed to be done.

“It’s only until you get control of your powers, y/n. You need to be around other people who share your experiences.” You mom explained, grabbing your gloved hands. At this point, you couldn’t do anything without being covered from near head-to-toe in clothing, it stuck to you and only you.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” You snapped, jerking away and stomping up the stairs, but there was a certain sound that stopped you. A car horn. “You didn’t...” You glared at your parents and watched them avert eye contact from you, your heart broke into a million pieces. “A cab? Really? You won’t even take me there yourself?”

“Your suitcase is already packed, y/n.” Your dad’s ashamed tone gave you chills, you never thought you’d have to be sent off like this. You hesitantly stepped back down the steps while your dad walked into the mud room to grab the bag he’d stashed. “We’re sorry, but this is for your own good.” You snatched the bag from him and swung the front door open.

“We love you!” Your mom called as you slammed the front door hard enough to knock down a few dozen pictures and wall decorations throughout the house. “They’re never going to forgive us for this.”

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Truth be told, you didn’t enjoy this school at all. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The place was teeming with outcasts just like yourself, it made you sick.

At least you were in charge of yourself here. You came and went from your room when you pleased, but you pleased to stay in your room as much as you possibly could. Yes, you had classes, but you just so happen to miss...all of them.

“Well, we don’t know what they’re going through.” A voice mumbled outside of your dorm door. “It took me a while to acclimate to all this change, I imagine they feel the same.” You wouldn’t have let it bother you, but whoever was out there had just disturbed you from a fascinating dream that had taken you far from here. You threw off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to recover from the headrush.

“I’m so sick of this shit, some peoppe are trying to sleep!” You yanked the door hard enough for it to make a dent in the wall, but that wasn’t nearly as bad as opening the door to Professor Xavier, the headmaster of this boarding school, and another resident from the building, Hank. “Oh. Hi.”

“Mx. l/n, your teachers informed me that you have not been attending your classes, is this true?” The Professor interrogated, but you knew that lying couldn’t save you from a telepath.

“Yep, it’s true. The change of scenery’s just a little overwhelming, you know how it is.” You carelessly shrugged and even tried to close to door on them, but Dr. McCoy caught it and looked to the Professor in shock.

“Yes, well, maybe we could work on that. Why don’t you follow me to your next class? It really would be best for you to keep up with your studies. Maybe you’ll even make some new friends?” Professor Xavier wouldn’t give up on you, which was both comforting and exhausting. With a roll of your eyes, you peeled off one of your gloves and slapped yout hand against the wooden wall.

“Oh, no.” You deadpanned. “I’m stuck.” The two adults exchanged exhausted glances and stared at you in silence, you doing the same. You obviously were a stubborn kid, the Professor had seen this a hundred times before. But it gave him an idea, he knew the perfect candidate for a long lasting friendship, now he just needed you to quit all these games.

“Hank? Would you..?” Xavier politely suggested his friend’s assistance without outright saying it, so you were just a little puzzled when Hank stepped inside your room.

“Brace yourself, y/n.” He pushed his glasses up before planting his feet and grabbing you by each shoulder. Your eyebrows conjoined out of pure confusion, but just like that you were unstuck from the wall. He...okay, he was strong? That would have been good to know. Maybe they should have started with that before yanking you off of a hard surface. There were a few chunks of wood still connected to your hand, you’d have to pick them off later. “I suggest you put the glove back on, y/n. Wouldn’t want to get stuck again now, would you?” Hank gave you a forced smile and waited for you to do the right thing.

“Fine.” You pulled the glove over your hazardous skin and picked up your backpack. “If you insist, I’ll try out a class.” You huffed and dragged your feet across the hardwood floor, bringing joy to the Professor’s face. Maybe he enjoyed the suffering of mutant children.

“Splendid, this way.” He wheeled himself beside you, giving you a pep talk the whole way through the halls. “I do think you’ll like it here, you just have to give it a chance. Everyone here has something in common, that’s what makes it so great. I know it’s not easy having to leave the comfort of a familiar lifestyle, but life has a funny way of coming together, you’ll see.” You observed the decor that you’d ignored time and time again as you kept your head down and shuttled yourself from one place to another.

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed and stood in front of your classroom. It was already embarrassing showing up for class late in normal school, all eyes on you and everything. Was it any different in mutant school? Well, you were on your way to find out. The room went silent as the door crept open, you and the Professor entered with, you figured, all eyes on you.

“Class, some of you may know y/n, some of you may not. Please make them feel welcome here, I trust that you will.” Xavier took a quick look around the room and, just as he suspected, there was a vacant seat next to a mutant he had in mind. “Peter, raise your hand, please. Y/N, take the seat next to Peter. Enjoy the rest of your class, students!” The Professor exited as the rest of the class said their goodbyes in unison, it nearly gave you a headache, but you made it to your seat next to Peter and dropped all of your stuff with a thud.

“Peter Maximoff, nice to meet you. What’s with the gloves?” The silver-haired boy asked with a hand out to shake, with you reluctantly accepted. He didn’t seem so bad.

“I stick to things.” You answered in simplest form. “Aren’t you a little young to have gone gray?” You cocked an eyebrow while admiring Peter’s dime-silver locks that were almost distracting.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you rush growing up.” Peter chuckled, running his fingers through the knots. “I’m a super-speeder. It just sort of happened. I don’t mind it, though, I think it’s sexy.” He shamelessly admitted, getting a genuine laugh out of you. Maybe he was one of the better people here, who knows?

“Whatever you say, Maximoff.” You leaned back in your seat, facing front to at least appear to be focusing, but you snuck a few glaces at the mutant one seat over. He, on the other hand, made his looks overt. The entire class period, his eyes were on you.

After that class period, you actually ended up enjoying your classes. The Professor checked up on your personal attendance often, chuckling to himself abour how simple his plan was.

“Do you really think it was a good idea to introduce y/n to Peter? Of all the people here?” Hank’s concern showed that he cared. Everyone here wanted the best for you, it was easier to see now more than ever.

“I had to start somewhere.” Xavier justified, which was actually pretty reasonable. There was no right way to deal with all these unique kids who had been through so much already. All he knew for sure was that they needed to feel supported, something he had absolutely no issue with.

Meanwhile, as your final bell rang...

You gasped when a gust of wind blew right past you. It wasn’t the wind that stared you, it was the obnoxious teen mutant that followed.

“Hi,” Peter awkwardly waved, then backed up to stand beside you, placing his hand on your middle back to lead you around the mansion going...well, who knows where you’re going? Not you, that’s for sure, “so hear me out. I think that we are like, the perfect pair. Wouldn’t you agree? Don’t answer that, I already know you’ll say ‘yes.’”

“Is there a point to this, ‘Quickie?’” An evil smile formed from your lips as Peter pushed a bit harder on your back, getting you to speedwalk with him.

“Hey!” I told you that story in confidence!” You stifled laughter and waited for him to continue. “Anyways, I’m gonna get straight to the point before you pull another fast one on me, my point? Well, yeah, my point...” He used his free hand you tap at his chin, then completely halted.

“Did you forget why you came here to talk to me?” You gave a disappointed shake of your head, but still seemed quite amused. The buzzing of kids around you didn’t even faze you, you’d just realized you were too focused on peter to even care.

“Can you maybe go over what I’ve said so far? It’ll jog my memory.” His request made you groan, but you did as he asked nevertheless.

“You said, ‘Hi. Hear me out. We’re the perfect pair. You agree. I told you that in confidence.’” At least your paraphrasing skills were on point.

“Right! Okay, okay. Back on track.” He continued on course, easing up on speed by just a pinch. “So me and you, right? Does that sound crazy? ‘Cause to me, that sounds pretty awesome. I mean, we are the hottest people at this school, we’d be unstoppable.” You’d finally started to piece together his ramblings.

“Are you asking me out or...something?” You tilted your head to analyze his lipless grin and raised eyebrows, was he clamming up?

“...Yyyyyes?” Peter finally admitted, finally showing his teeth through a smile.

“Alright, well...yeah, okay. We’re dating now.” You didn’t accept in the most conventional way, but you did accept, which counted for something.

“Really?!” Peter gasped. “Can I...can I kiss you?” Asking was everything, especially when you risk getting stuck to the other person. I mean, he wouldn’t mind being stuck to you, but he was a little hungry.

“I’m not gonna lie, Pete, we’re gonna need a lot of baby oil. It’s not gonna be pretty.” You made him burst into laughter upon the thought. “It’s not funny!” You playfully slapped his arm. “Where were you leading me, anyways?”

“Oh, nowhere in particular.” He explained through his wheezing. “I just really do not like standing still.”

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[crash-cinematic-universe]

Beauty Lies in the Pockets of a Silver Jacket

pairing: peter maximoff/fem!reader

summary/request:  Hey love! So first of all, the Kit fluff that you wrote, I absolutely adored! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fluff x reader where either he finds you wearing his Pink Floyd shirt or dyed your hair silver because you “thought his style was cool” or something like that? If not it’s okay 🖤 (PS: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH 🖤)  *AND* Okay but I also came up with another idea for peter x reader and I hope that’s okay, but what if, your watching a scary movie and you jump into his arms and can hear his heart beating abnormally fast or something like that? Sorry I’m just in a Maximoff fluff kinda mood. 🥺🖤 - @lokiqueenofasgard

warnings: smut, mostly. peter is kinda submissive

notes: ahah, 2k words. also two fics out in one day? i am. doin great

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            ‘Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder’ is a phrase that any mildly insecure person has heard at least once before, although the true meaning behind it has been lost. It no longer means ‘beauty doesn't exist on its own but is created by observers’, instead being used to say ‘there has to be *someone* out there who thinks you’re beautiful’. Peter Maximoff has heard this phrase more times than he can count from almost any man or woman he’s come into contact with; he usually hears this after his romantic advances are rejected on the grounds of his physical appearance and sense of style. That is, every man or woman  except you. That’s because, in your eyes, Peter Django Maximoff is the hottest motherfucker on Earth. 

          Everything about Peter is attractive, at least in your eyes. His style, his personality, his physical appearance and the way he carries himself-- it’s all incredibly appealing. Peter doesn’t know you think that, however, and if he did he would most likely wholeheartedly disagree. That’s why you’ve devised a master plan; Halloween is coming up, and you decided to go as your silver companion. Then he would see that he was, in fact, very beautiful. You’d also get to embody the signature look that Peter had created for himself. It was a win-win.

            You collected the whole get up: you stole his Pink Floyd shirt, managed to find some worn-down jeans in the back of your closet, and you nabbed Peter’s goggles while he was out for a run. However, acquiring Peter’s signature silver jacket has proved to be much harder than you originally anticipated. No matter how hard you try, you can never sneak off with his jacket. He’s always wearing it, and during the rare occurrences he isn’t wearing it you never find an opportunity to grab it. Halloween was less than a week away, and without that damn jacket, you couldn’t be Peter. You had one last real chance to nab Peter’s jacket; your weekly movie night.

          Unfortunately for you, the movie Peter had selected Poltergeist; the thriller film is one of Peter’s favorites, almost guaranteeing that he would remain awake for the duration of it. If he never fell asleep, you’d have to get the jacket off of him in a different way. To make matters worse, Poltergeist scares the living shit out of you. With Halloween only two days away, your window of opportunity is closing. However, you convince yourself that another chance will present itself-- you might as well enjoy the movie, right?

          When you showed up at the Maximoff household, your mind was elsewhere. With every passing moment you looked for an opportunity to take his jacket. However, you quickly gave up once the movie began, deciding to snuggle up next to Peter in an attempt to soothe your anxiety.

          Then, as if the director was trying to give you a heart attack, someone jumps at the camera, a loud noise echoing through the room. Your muscles tense, your fight or flight triggering as you scramble into Peter’s arms. You fall into Peter’s lap, quickly gripping his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He laughs nervously, wrapping his arms haphazardly around you. Your ear is pressed to his skin, and there’s only one sound that you can focus on. Peter’s sporadic, rapidly beating heart. You look up at Peter’s flushed face, an odd expression of panic written all over his features. 

          You quickly pull back, shifting in Peter’s lap in order to get a better read of his features. His lip is caught between his teeth, this eyes darting away from yours. He’s rigid and tense and it looks almost as if he’s in pain.

          “What’s wrong, Maximoff?” You question, leaning forward a bit where you sat. Peter’s muscles tensed as he sucked in a harsh breath.

          “Uh, n-nothing, don’t worry about it.” He assured, his face conveying the complete opposite. He’s deliberately avoiding your eyes, but eventually you catch his gaze with your own.

          His pupils are blown to the point where the inky blackness was almost completely covering his brown irises, an underlying lust behind his corneas. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that all your movement in Peter’s lap managed to get him aroused. Peter’s cheeks burn a scarlet red, his arms coming up to hide his flustered face.

          “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to--” His voice is a rushed whimper, embarrassment evident in his words. You reach up and grab his arms, pulling them down from his face revealing his watery eyes and fearful gaze. 

          “Peter,” You leant down closer to his face, his breath hitching. You speak softly, raising your hands to brush Peter’s face gently. “I’m not angry.”

          “Y-You’re not?”

          “No, I’m not.” You smirk before shifting again in Peter’s lap, this time turning your body so that your chest is pressed against his. You intentionally grind down on his crotch causing Peter to bite down on his lip, hard. Your voice is lowered to a purr as you continue. “In fact, I think it’s kinda hot.”

          Peter's eyes widen slightly, but he shows no signs of discomfort or disinterest. In fact, his hips jerk forward at your statement. He reaches up and pulls your lips to his. The tension in the room quickly switches to need as the kiss grows more heated, Peter's hands gripping your hips as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasp slightly at the sensation and Peter takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands move from his shoulders to his hair, your long fingers tangling in the silver strands. This isn’t exactly how you pictured the night going, but hey, you weren’t exactly complaining. 

          Peter melted like putty in your hands, with every jerk of your hips he fell deeper and deeper in a submissive state that he didn’t realize he possessed. He was on top of the world when he was settled below you, his raging boner aching in his tight jeans as he craved some form of relief. Your hands fell from his hair before slipping into his metallic jacket, quickly pushing the material off Peter’s shoulders and onto the floor. Surprisingly, the jacket didn’t cross your mind as your hands wandered under Peter’s worn-down AC/DC t-shirt. 

          Peter hesitantly pulls away from you, separating your lips with a dark blush on his face. The second Peter seemed unsure you stopped your movements, instead opting to make sure he was okay.

          “Are you okay, Peter? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or pushed too hard--” Peter is quick to cut you off.

          “N-No, it wasn’t that. I, uh, I just don’t want you to be… disappointed.” Peter’s face darkened a bit as he glanced down at his twiddling fingers.

          “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” You reassuringly ran your fingers over Peter’s knuckles. He whimpered a bit at your touch and it you realized Peter was still painfully hard.

          “I’m not very… extraordinary under my clothes.” Peter says quietly, his insecurities soon becoming relevant. “I’m not particularly attractive, but I guess you already know that.” You frowned. Did Peter truly believe he wasn’t attractive? Did he really think his physical appearance would drive you away?

          “Peter, can I tell you a secret?” You ask, and Peter looks confused but slowly nods his head. “I think you’re the most attractive man I have ever seen. In fact, I think you’re so extraordinary that I decided to be you for Halloween.”

          “Me?” Peter asked in disbelief.

          “You.” You slowly crawl back into Peter’s lap, checking periodically to ensure that he wasn’t uncomfortable with your actions. He leaned into your touch, a breathy whimper escaping his throat. “Peter, will you let me show you how beautiful you are?” he nods eagerly before you reconnect your lips. Your hands absentmindedly caress Peter’s skin, your fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt. You pull away from just a moment in order to pull Peter from the couch to his bed, quickly finding yourself on top of him again. You made the decision to take your shirt off before Peter’s, pulling the fabric over your head and exposing your body to Peter. 

          “Holy shit, you’re ethereal,” Peter marveled before running his hands over your skin. The throbbing between his legs became almost painful, and he began pleading before he truly processed what he was doing.

          “P-Please Y/n, t-touch me-- fuck-- please.” Peter practically sobbed as you hastily removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. You slipped your hand into Peter’s pants as you sucked dark hickies onto his collar, his hips bucking into your touch. You pull away, earning a groan from Peter until he realizes that you were unclasping your bra, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders. The air is hot and heavy, arousal and raw need hanging in the room as you guide Peter’s hands to your chest. He fondles your breasts, watching has you grind against his thigh as you do so. 

          You hastily pull off his jeans before beginning to palm his erection through his boxers, Peter’s appreciative moans filling the room with every stroke of your hand. Peter flipped you over, now hovering above you before he pressed wet kisses on your jaw. The sudden dominance was surprising but not unwelcome, the dull ache between your legs amplified by his behavior. His lips trailed down to your chest before Peter bit gently on your nipple, pinching the other with his free hand. The mixture of pain and pleasure shooting throughout your body. You couldn’t help but let a few moans leave your lips, spurring Peter on. He soon found himself between your thighs, pulling your jeans off as fast as possible. He delves into your heat, two of his slender fingers burying themselves inside of you as he wraps his lips around your clit.

          “Oh-- fuck, P-Peter, j-just like that,” You stuttered. He waited for a moment, listening to your whimpers and mewls before he began to vibrate his fingers and tongue, smirking as you released a borderline pornographic moan. You tangled your fingers in his hair, your thighs wrapped around his head as he licked repetitive stripes through your wetness. It wasn’t much longer before your grip on his hair tightened, finally reaching your climax and releasing onto Peter’s fingers. He lapped up your juices, the taste lingering on his tongue as he pulled away. 

          By the time Peter reconnected your lips you found yourself straddling his hips once again, tugging down his boxers. You were quick to line Peter up with your entrance, the reality of the situation setting in as you lowered yourself onto his dick. The two of you moaned in sync, the feeling of Peter’s throbbing cock buried inside of you making your eyes roll back in your head. You soon began to move, finding you rhythm as you ran your hands over Peter’s body.

          “Holy shit, Peter, you f-feel so good,” You sped up a bit, and Peter began thrusting his hips with the rhythm of your movements. Peter begins to hit spots so deep inside you, you didn’t know they existed; Peter’s tip hit your cervix repeatedly. You threw your head back, burying your nails into Peter’s chest. 

          “Fuck, you’re t-tight, so fuckin’ good,” Peter moaned as he pounded into you from below. The blissed-out man began to vibrate his dick inside of you, and you practically screamed as you came around him, hard. You clenched around him so tightly that he was almost forced out of you, your spasms milking him of his own orgasm as he coated your walls with ropes of his hot cum. You weakly pulled yourself off of him, collapsing beside Peter on his bed. 

          “Well, uh… I didn’t expect that.” You laugh weakly, your chest heaving. Peter smiles before wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s hot like a space heater, warmth radiating off of him like a bonfire. 

          “Unexpected doesn’t mean bad, right?” Peter asks, an underlying worry in his voice. You kissed him on the tip of his nose making his face scrunch up. Your pointer finger absentmindedly traced his features.

          “No, not bad at all.” Peter sighs in relief, settling his head in the crook of your neck. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Peter’s eyes flutter shut and he pulls you close, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long before you drift off as well, the silver jacket you wanted so desperately lying forgotten on the floor.

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Tishtashtosh26

Set between Civil war and infinity war, however there will be big diversions from the cannon storyline but I will eventually make both films make sense!!

Set in the avengers Tower (I just prefer it to the compound), Tony has found away to forgive Bucky and Steve and the avengers are back together. The accords are in motion but have been amended to accommodate everyone.

You are a waitress at one of Tony’s parties, but what happens when you end up attending as a guest instead, meeting two extremely handsome super soldiers along the way.

Lots of feelings, eventual smut.

Steve rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader , Stucky x reader.

Open to requests, not sure who reader will end up with yet, steve, bucky, both? Opinions welcome!!!

Peter is a good Bro, so is Nat. Tony has alterior motives.

SLOW BURN

Ps- Sharon Carter is not painted in the best light so if your’e a fan, sorry!!!!

This story will link in to avengers infinity war and eventually End game, because Steve’s ending needs a rewrite :D

Words: 5220, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Avengers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Steve Rogers Feels, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Avengers Family, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

She’s my friend

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HhX3Yo

by Tishtashtosh26

Set between Civil war and infinity war, however there will be big diversions from the cannon storyline but I will eventually make both films make sense!!

Set in the avengers Tower (I just prefer it to the compound), Tony has found away to forgive Bucky and Steve and the avengers are back together. The accords are in motion but have been amended to accommodate everyone.

You are a waitress at one of Tony’s parties, but what happens when you end up attending as a guest instead, meeting two extremely handsome super soldiers along the way.

Lots of feelings, eventual smut.

Steve rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader , Stucky x reader.

Open to requests, not sure who reader will end up with yet, steve, bucky, both? Opinions welcome!!!

Peter is a good Bro, so is Nat. Tony has alterior motives.

SLOW BURN

Ps- Sharon Carter is not painted in the best light so if your’e a fan, sorry!!!!

This story will link in to avengers infinity war and eventually End game, because Steve’s ending needs a rewrite :D

Words: 5220, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Avengers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Steve Rogers Feels, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Avengers Family, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HhX3Yo

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Foresight - Peter Parker

Summary : Y/N and Peter could see the day when they would meet, their soulmate bond made that possible. They were both from completely opposite sides of the pond. Peter was from New York, and Y/N was being raised in the Red Room. Neither of them ever thought they would meet their soulmates, until the day they did.

word count : 580

warnings : probably a lot of angst, cursing, some PTSD from the reader, violence, mentions of death, fluff near the end, but really just a lot of angst

pairing / characters : Peter Parker x inhuman!reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Daisy Johnson,

prompt : Some soulmates had different connections to their S/O, but then their were those that could see the future, the day when they would finally meet one another. They’re never given the time, or the day. Just the place and the person.

A/N : this is gonna be a series, how long I have no clue. I hope you enjoy! (ps this is just like an intro type thing so yeah it’s short)

series masterlist

new masterlist | request | prompt list

Y/N Y/L/N. Thrown out the day she was born just like a piece of garbage. Y/N was found by some elderly women, which one would think were maybe some Nuns or grandmas, but no that’s not what these woman were. These women ran an organization that took abandoned and orphaned girls, and raised them to be the worlds most feared assassins. This was called the Red Room.

From a young age Y/N was taught not to attach herself to anyone or anything. She was trained to be a killer, bred to strike fear into her enemies. She didn’t know what a soulmate was until she heard that a girl from the Red Room had been killed for trying to escape and find her soulmate.

The girls there were told that soulmates were nothing more than a distraction to the job, and a liability. Y/N had no sign of having a soulmate, which made her one of the best girls in the Red Room because she had no one to worry about from outside her home. That was until she started having a reacuring dream about a boy in a blue and red onsie, a giant spider on his chest.

Y/N never told a soul about the dream, because she knew if she did she would end up like the other girl. Dead.

For years Y/N kept the secret, and then something happened to here, which led up to the events of her and her soulmate meeting.

Peter Parker never knew whether or not he would meet his soulmate, and in a way, he didn’t want to meet them because he knew that he could lose them sooner or later. He saw the way his Uncle’s death affected his aunt, and he didn’t want any part of that.

As Peter grew older his thoughts about not wanting his soulmate faultered as he saw more and more of his friends find their true loves, and he realized that he wanted his. He wanted his soulmate, his true love. Peter never knew when he would meet them, he was always hoping it would be soon. The dream began to appear more often and he knew that he was going to meet them soon. He just didn’t realize that when he did, it wouldn’t be under the best circumstances.

[littlemessyjessi]

Can we also do Peter maximoff x ps reader? Sorry I’ve been talking to you a lot I’m probably annoying sorrrrrry

No worries! Sure! I love that kind of thing! Anything in particular in mind ?

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Fic Recommendations| 01/07/2018

Hold My Hand by @yallneedtrek| Montgomery Scott/Reader:

Requested by Anon: May I request a Scotty fic where he really loves holding the reader’s hand and finds any excuse to do so?

Bad Day by @imaginethis-imaginethat| Peter Maximoff/Reader:

Request// @amapola-flowers23 The Reader was feeling lonely at the school despite her friends. Her friendship with her best friend Kurt had not been the same. The only moment they had was at class and in even in there he would sit near his other friends but her. So, she began to ignore him. However, one day Peter finds her crying to herself after seeing her sad through the whole day. So, he comforts her and does funny things to cheer her up. 

Unconventional Arrangement by Anonymous on AO3| Connor (RK800)/Reader:

You are a mechanic at Cyberlife, your job is to fix androids that come in that need repairs or a new model. And you keep having to fix this damn RK800.

Plastic Love by Tekhartha on AO3| Connor (RK800)/Reader:

The whole precinct is out to celebrate a case closed. After a few drinks you end up trying to teach Connor how to dance.

Things Androids Are Better At by HowAboutNay on AO3| Connor (RK800)/Reader (Rated Mature):

It's well known that androids are superior in almost every way and now its your turn to find out how true that is. Fluffy/funny linked one shots.

Drabble Request by @the-canary| Bucky Barnes/Reader (College AU):

In which Bucky gets drunk and you’re both pining.

Short Stuff by @youlightmeupfinn| Bucky Barnes/Short Reader:

Request: Could I request a Bucky x Reader where the reader is super short, and it’s just filled with massive amounts of fluff? (I’m short and this is how I cope.). (Ps. Thank you.)

Agent Insert by @lenavonschweetz| Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader (NSFW/Smut):

You really didn’t mean to, but somehow you’d stumbled upon something called Tumblr - and in turn fanfiction.  You may or may not get addicted to reader inserts featuring your favorite teammate.  You may or may not get caught. 

[tachibubu]

Tired [Part:4]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.

AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.

Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Ey~ The author is back from obsessing with a boy named Chase Goehring who almost looks like Cameron Monaghan now that he is all grown up lolol; anyways. IM BACK, I got author’s block so I just added the clown ;). Also I might add the Suicide Squad if you guys don’t mind, just for the fillers of the charaters~ Anyways I hope you guys like it! It’s kind of rushed but I just hope you guys still enjoy reading it. Also to declare my love for Chase, I added his original song here~ Check him out if you want!!! Ps. I’m still trying to practice my transitions XD

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“So,” Steve Rogers coughed at the silence. “(Y/N), we would provide all your needs and clean your criminal record if you become a trainee of the Avengers just like Mr. Parker here.” He sipped the black coffee while staying eye contact at you, the whole Avengers including Nick Fury are here. Staring intently at you, waiting for your answer. Well except for Clint Barton who is cleaning his arrows and Tony Stark who is playing Mobile Legends on his device. Even though he has a Bluetooth earplug on, you could steal hear the sound waves slipping out.

“If not, we would have to put in you in death sentence for all the crimes you did.” Nick Fury fixed his eye at you while Bruce Banner nodded. “It’s for the safety miss.” Bruce said.

Peter stared at you; you were beside him throughout the session about what they would do to you. Tony Stark found you inside Peter’s bedroom and by force he cuffed your hands up while you gazed back at him with antipathy. He along with Peter brought to you to the Stark Building while Peter stared at you in worry and guilt. He couldn’t feel but blame himself of letting you get caught. If he gave you to the policemen it would be much better since they didn’t really know exactly who you’re than giving you to the Avengers and if you declined their option then you would be dead. He just hoped that you considered the accord

This might be the beginning of the change in your life, you thought. You wouldn’t let this decision to a waste, “Well, sure.” You beamed.

Steve almost spitted his coffee, “That sure?”

“How could we surely know if she won’t back stab us?” Natasha Romanoff banged both of her hands on the table and stood, she stared at the members and Fury for answers and death glared you while you just jerked your shoulders up in reply. Fury breath out heavily in annoyance, “Romanoff sit down. I’ll assign someone to look out for her.”

“And who is this someone?” Wanda Maximoff initiated while Vision bobbed his head at her question.

“Bucky Barnes, are you willing to?” Every person in the room stared at the Winter Soldier who was, as well, startled at what Fury said. He nictates then has grasped to the reality, “No.”

“Barnes,” Sam Wilson threatened.

“Barnes it is, you will train her tomorrow between six to ten and would be beside her at any cost.” Fury nodded while Barnes mumbled incoherent words as he whined to himself at the negligence. Peter shot his hand to the air and they considered to look at him, “Isn’t it better if I? You know, teach her? I know her more.” Fury didn’t spared an eye at him and continue on discussing. You gave him a knowing smile for at least trying; the boy was embarrassed but nodded at you. At least he gave a good impression to you.

“I chose him because I heard from your records you prefer using guns and your aim is quite good so he’s good for you.” Fury added, you just agreed along. It’s not like it could be hard right? You thought. Fury rose and nodded at the group.

“Alright, dismiss.”

-

You take it all back; being schooled by this gloomy man is hard as fuck than you would ever think of.  Now that you know his true colors, you would want to acknowledge at Peter educating you instead. If only there’s a working time machine.

“Alright doll! Training is over, now screw off.” Bucky gathered up the guns and started to clean them. You rolled your eyes and do what he said. You and Barnes never had a good connection to each other, he trains you and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to try and start up a conversation to you. As for the other Avengers, you were pretty good friends with Sam and Bruce. Sam was like a big brother to you and Bruce was like the father you never had, literally. Your father just died when you were a child and you didn’t spend a lot of time with him so you considered it. But with the other Avengers member, you were in an awkward acquaintance stage; you don’t really talk to them much, especially to Natasha. You could feel her preparing to clash onto you as soon as you entered a room with her on it. Now between your relationship with Peter, it started to blossom. You found yourself entertained being with him and you two being close as ever. Tony even teased about how you two are like a couple and you both just retorted with just laughing it all out but you didn’t notice the blush on Peter’s face as he stuttered, denying it.

You walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a cool water after all the combat training and learning how to use all of the guns, as you closed it you sensed someone near at the are. It was Peter in his enhanced suit made by Stark, he was upside down but then flipped and landed on the ground. “So, uh, I noticed you’ve been changing?”

“Hm?” you chugged down the water while looking at him in amusement.

“I mean you’re not like before. Insane and stuff, it’s great!” He scratched the nape on his neck and bashfully looks at you.

You chuckled at him trying to compliment you by starting a conversation, which was quite awkward. “Thanks mate,” you smiled at him. Yes, you indeed notice that there was a drastic change on living in New York and at the spare room of the tower for a month. Not only did you not think about your past relationship but you were healing with the help of Bruce and Tony with their medication, you didn’t even think that Tony can be a therapist but he just shrugged it off by saying he just learned how to by just reading some books few hours ago which you didn’t regard on but Bruce told you otherwise.

“So why early here? Don’t you have school?” you leaned towards the counter.

“School cancelled off and I just want to hang out with my best friends. Also you’re around my age why are you not enrolled in school instead?”

“Green guy teaches me, Fury couldn’t trust me going to school without making a ruckus.”

“Well that’s sad,” he said but you couldn’t help but notice his body language. He seems to drone out in his mind.

“Something matters?”

“Well, err, could you teach me how to play a guitar? I heard from Mr. Stark that you know how to play instruments and used to perform music at the circus. The class needs to play an original song on a stage individual for the Music subject. I don’t really listen in this subject to be honest,” he was playing on his hands as he looks sheepishly at the ground. You chortled a laugh, “Oh wow, the wise Peter needs my help?”

“I seriously need your help (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you; I’ll just take a shower. Meet me in front of my rom by eleven. Also, dress normal.” You stared up and down at his suit.

“Thank you so much!”

-

“Now that’s good notes right there,” complimenting him as he strung the guitar that he borrowed from you. He asked if he could use it for the presentation and you just comply nonetheless. You and Peter made a tune for the past few days and he was going to perform tomorrow. When he finished he grinned an adorable smile at you while you clap your hands.

“We made the tune but how about the lyrics?”

“Don’t worry about that, I already made few lines,” he murmured.

-

It was now Wednesday. You are with Bucky and have managed to sneak in at the school where Peter attended. You got miffed when Bucky lend a hand but respected it since Fury ordered him, it’s not like the man has a choice. When you arrived the basketball area where the stage is, a lot of people compiled in. You and Bucky stuck around the corner with your masks up, trying to blend in. One by one people played, some got the hang on it, some just doesn’t know how to sing or play, some didn’t follow the rules and sang a non-homemade song. Then it came to Peter, he was there looking around. Evident that he was nervous. His eyes landed at you, which was shocked, he didn’t tell you to come and you came by your own will. He returned his concentration to what he was supposed to do, now more anxious than before. He grabbed the hold of the mic and introduced himself “Uh, Hi? M-My name is Peter Parker and I m-made a song called ‘Hurt’. It is basically about a girl in a bad relationship and I’m kind of like, hey you’re not in a good position right now. I could really help you now if you just gave me a chance.”

He then averted his attention back to you, “Uh, okay I’ll just. Err, play now.”

He then proceeded to play the tune that you taught him, not missing a note.  To be honest, his voice didn’t sound that great but it was full of emotions that you wouldn’t care about it.

Hey, baby, you don't have to live this way You don't have a debt to pay So put your foot down and pick your heart up, off of the ground Cause that's not where you belong, I can prove that without this song But for now just play along

Your heart started to ache; you now know why he won’t let you assist him on writing the lyrics. This song was about you, you felt flattered but at the same time in full devastation. You started to recall your memories about Jerome.

The first greetings, “Hey my name’s Jerome. You?”

The way he comforts you when you got tomatoes stains on your outfit, “Don’t worry, someday I’ll get you out of this hell hole. For the time being, let me help you practice more so that it won’t happen again.”

The first I love you’s, “I love you my queen, will you be my girlfriend?”

The gift’s he gave to you, ”Darling I have something for you! It’s a pistol!”

The lie’s he said to you, “She’s just another toy, love. I still love you.”

The way he got angry when you pestered what his relationship with Harley is.

“I had enough with this bullshit Jerome!” the guards where out of the room where all of the mentally ill people is for three pm to five. You where harshly whispering at Jerome trying not makes a scene but then he beat you to it. “I’M SICK OF YOU FUCKING PESTERING ME THE SAME SUBJECT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, WELL UNLIKE YOU SWEETHEART SHE IS NOT BORING AND ALMOST SANE!” he grabbed a hold of your hair that was on ponytail and yanked you towards his face. The people around you silenced and watched the scene occur, probably enjoying it. Barbara stared at you, her face plastered concern and disorientation. Jerome grinned ferociously and noticed the reticence that started to hug the place, “Don’t worry about us! We are just having a couple fight~” That night when you were in your room you started to wail silently, pondering where is the Jerome you adored.

“I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you I know you've been hurt by the way that he talks to you Hurt by the way that he fights with you Hurt by the way, that he loves you”

When he was about to get into the second verse, you left with your eyes bulging out with tears. Bucky begun to chase you but you eventually run out of the building and onto the yard section. Some people where eating their lunch there and pestering happily. Bucky lost you and started to find you everywhere, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s when he heard the scream of girls nearby, the door beside him started to bang as it opened and girls and some males started to flee while crying franticly. He was confused so he entered and was soon meet with a group of people; he only knew two of them. He noticed you were there, kneeling. The group held weapons, some were wearing a mask some didn’t care less. He runs towards you, backing you up as he brought out his guns that were hidden in his jacket. Aiming towards the man.

You stared in front you couldn’t believe it. After all those days, he meant his word.

“(Y/N), darling! I missed you so much!”

There he was, the man who broke your heart into pieces.

“I found you! I won the game. Now I need the price, I need you.”

Who could’ve thought that you were bad at the game of Hide n’ Seek.

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Basement Dweller

Peter Maximoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1260 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Peter and reader don’t get along too well but Logan is amused by their  bickering because in his time, they’re a couple as adults.

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Peter had never really been one for new people. 

They often treated him poorly; sometimes treating him like a total loser, and other times acting as if he were a criminal. It was never the same reaction twice, but it was always negative. 

Naturally, because of that, when you two first met, he was guarded and reserved. 

It was bad enough that you showed up with two grown men, at least double your age but then you wanted to talk about his ‘gifts’ acting as if he’d somehow chosen to be a freak. 

The whole thing wasn’t ideal for him and that made the relationship between you rather tense.

You could tell that he wasn’t your biggest fan and since you were no stranger to rejection also, you took it offensively. You were only asking for his help, having gotten onboard with the strange story Logan had spun from the very first word. 

Even if he was full of shit, you were always in for an adventure and these two men were offering you just that. 

However, you didn’t really know that there would also be more people involved in the little plot to break into a prison and that was where the trouble came in. You were a gifted individual with the power of suggestion and an aggressively high IQ. 

You could have gotten into the prison all by yourself but for some reason, Logan said that you had to stop and pick up someone else. Someone who just happened to be Peter Maximoff, a basement dwelling dork who used his abilities to rob convenience stores. 

...It was very clearly a waste of his potential. 

With a gift like his, he could have really helped a lot of people but instead, he chose to be selfish and break the law. You weren’t even going to pretend to have respect for someone like that, even if Logan did think you needed him. 

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked, turning around to see the three of you standing in his basement, obviously here to get something from him. At first, he thought that he was in trouble again but not one of you had any form of law enforcement badge or identification. 

Meaning that you were here for something other than his theft. 

“Yeah? What are we doing here?” you repeated, your question directed at Logan, who only rolled his eyes at you. You had been asking that since he told you that you needed to pick up a kid who called himself ‘Quicksilver’ 

You clearly weren’t a fan of the idea of working with him. 

“We need your help” he started, choosing to ignore the dirty look you were shooting into the side of his head. He wasn’t scared of you in the time he came from, let alone seeing you as a teenager. 

If only you could get past whatever it was that was bothering you. 

After a few moments of both Charles and Logan trying to convince Peter to join your little team, he was still dragging his feet. There was no reason for him to be so hesitant and it was frustrating you. 

What kind of man would rather play pong all day when he could actually make a difference in the world?

“You know what? We can do this without you...let's just go” you groaned, over trying to convince him. 

You made it halfway up the basement stairs before someone stopped you but it wasn’t Charles like you thought it would be. Instead, it was laughter from the grey haired teen on the couch. 

He was actually mocking you. 

“We can do this without you” he repeated, trying to make his voice a higher pitch to better mock yours but it didn’t work all that well. It was a juvenile attempt at bothering you but it worked. 

For whatever reason, your blood was boiling.

“Coming here was such a bad idea. Like some loser like you could actually help us” you spit back, rolling your eyes at how childish he was acting. You had never met someone who just got under your skin like Peter did and it was obvious. 

In fact, no one was loving this as much as Logan was. 

If you weren’t on such a time sensitive mission right now, he probably would have watched you two go back and forth all day. If only you knew that in approximately thirty-two years, you two love birds would be inseparable.  

He just wished that he could tell you that. 

...It would shut you both up for sure. 

“Oh I could help alright, If you could ever get that stick dislodged from your ass” he shot back, flicking his Popsicle stick in your direction, chuckling at himself. 

He didn’t understand why you were so serious, but what more could he expect from someone so uptight and prissy. You were just like all those girls at school who thought he would never amount to anything. 

“You are such an idiot!” you yelled, stomping up the stairs before you actually did something you would regret. You couldn’t get over the fact that Peter would talk to you like that. 

Who did he think he was?  

No one ever talked to you like that. 

“I don’t think she likes me much” Peter grinned, watching your frame disappear up the stairs, addressing the two men who were still just waiting for you to finish up.

They had things that needed to be done and as much as you hated to admit it, you knew that you needed Peter to break into the prison. There was only so much mind control could do. 

Not that you would ever tell him that. 

Peter’s ego was big enough as it was, and you wouldn’t want to risk inflating it. The two of you wouldn’t be able to fit in the backseat of the car if he couldn’t get his big head through the door. 

You assumed that Logan and Charles could convince him themselves, which left you standing out by the car, doing your best to calm yourself before they showed up with that arrogant pig. 

It only took a few minutes before all three men emerged through Peter’s front door, a smug smile on his face. Part of you wondered if he had agreed to tag along just to bother you more but you didn’t say that. 

Instead, you did your best to plaster a smile on your face. 

“You gonna make it kid?” Logan teased, opening the backdoor for you with a huge smile on his face. You really wished he wasn’t having so much fun with this but you didn’t really care. 

You just wanted today to be over. 

“I’ll do my best” You replied, sliding into the backseat with a heavy sigh. You got only a moment of solace before Peter slid in beside you, making a point to shove you further into the car to make room for him. 

He was doing it on purpose. 

In fact, when you looked at him, you saw that he had a huge grin on his face, making it abundantly clear that making you angry was his new favorite thing. You could have slapped that look off of his face, but you were sure he’d enjoy that too. 

Still, maybe it would make you feel better. 

“Admit it babe, you like fighting with me” he hummed, his words just above a whisper so only you could hear. Damn, today was going to be a lot longer than you originally thought. 

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

She’s my friend

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HhX3Yo

by Tishtashtosh26

Set between Civil war and infinity war, however there will be big diversions from the cannon storyline but I will eventually make both films make sense!!

Set in the avengers Tower (I just prefer it to the compound), Tony has found away to forgive Bucky and Steve and the avengers are back together. The accords are in motion but have been amended to accommodate everyone.

You are a waitress at one of Tony’s parties, but what happens when you end up attending as a guest instead, meeting two extremely handsome super soldiers along the way.

Lots of feelings, eventual smut.

Steve rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader , Stucky x reader.

Open to requests, not sure who reader will end up with yet, steve, bucky, both? Opinions welcome!!!

Peter is a good Bro, so is Nat. Tony has alterior motives.

SLOW BURN

Ps- Sharon Carter is not painted in the best light so if your’e a fan, sorry!!!!

This story will link in to avengers infinity war and eventually End game, because Steve’s ending needs a rewrite :D

Words: 5220, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Avengers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Steve Rogers Feels, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Avengers Family, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HhX3Yo

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Hey love! So first of all, the Kit fluff that you wrote, I absolutely adored! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fluff x reader where either he finds you wearing his Pink Floyd shirt or dyed your hair silver because you “thought his style was cool” or something like that? If not it’s okay 🖤 (PS: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH 🖤)

I am going to CRY this is so cute. I’m glad you liked the Kit fluff! I’m not sure if you can tell but I have a huge sweet spot for Peter, so that fluff should be out semi-soon <3