#sweet dreams peter maximoff

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt.18 Dark Peter maximoff x Fem Reader (mob AU)

Guess who's back!!

Summary:  Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of violence 

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

His eyes were unwavering as he took it in and after a moment you broke the silence. “What is it?” 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes moved to look into yours, dark and unreadable. He made you wait a moment more before replying in a hushed voice that set you on edge. “You look like you belong to me.” Peter held your gaze, you waited for it to drop like it always did but they held sure. “Say it.” 

“What?” You were taken aback by the tone shift in his voice. 

“Say it.” His hand reached out to play with a strand of your hair, winding it tight around his finger as he stepped closer, his hips pressing against yours. He dropped your hair and his hands came to grab yours, moving them to hook around his shoulders. When he released them you let them hang limply. Peter clasped his own hands behind your back, tight and unbreakable. “Say you belong to me.” 

The way he spoke sent a shiver all the way down your spine, dropping your heart into your stomach. It was different from the way in which he normally spoke, there was something darker laced in his tone. It reminded you of Erik, of the way everything he said was final and unquestionable. It reminded you that despite his moments of softness there was still a part of him that you had yet to see. Something cruel that he did his best to keep under lock and key, but in his moments of desperation managed to rear its ugly head.

You had glimpsed it once, during when you first tried to escape. You saw how quickly he turned to violence when his soft spoken cries weren’t enough. You had let yourself forget that moment, of how close he was to snapping, how badly it had hurt when he flung you to the ground. You had lost yourself in delusion and allowed yourself to get comfortable. Last night was proof of that. 

Peter is something much more dangerous than his father, while Erik’s actions are justified and calculated using logic, Peter’s were guided by emotions. Emotions which he seemed to have very little control over. Peter’s dark gaze continued to stare you down until you said it. Yet he still regarded you with that unsettling gaze until you locked your hands behind his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. You felt the tension release from him and his eyes fluttered closed. He leaned down to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. 

You did your best to keep your body relaxed, praying that he didn’t hear the pounding of your heart. Something had changed in him since you left. He had never been this way unless you had provoked him, now it seemed as if it was bleeding into his everyday without him knowing. You wondered how much longer it would be before there was nothing left but the version of himself that his father had created. You didn't know if you’d have any leverage over that version of him, you weren’t sure if your old tricks would work anymore.

Peter nudged his face against yours, a noise rumbling in him as you returned the gesture. For now it seemed you still had some, but you weren’t sure how long it would last. It wasn’t as simple as it was before. You couldn’t just play house with Peter because his father commanded it and do the bare minimum to keep them both appeased. Peter no longer seemed to be satisfied by your meager attempts at affection, he wanted it all. Peter’s obsession had grown in your absence and something darker had grown to accompany it. To ensure that you did as he wanted. You hated to see what would happen if you didn’t. 

You needed to get out of here, you weren’t sure if you could keep doing this. You had barely been back one night but you noticed that Peter was becoming attached, even more than before. Meaning that there was no way you could leave, unless you could get him to come with you.. But you had no idea how you were going to convince him to leave. You knew you had to try before it was too late, this new side of him scared you. And you knew that if he wouldnt leave you’d have to go without him. You slightly shook your head, trying to shake the thoughts from now. The motion didn’t go unnoticed by Peter. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours. “What are you thinking about?” 

“Nothing.” You mused, petting his hair with your shaking hand. “Are you hungry, let’s get something to eat.” 

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You didn’t know how to tell how much time had passed, all your days seemed to bleed together into one. Everyday was some variation of the one that came before. It usually started with Peter waking you up to get breakfast, which Peter prepared each day. The first day he did it, it had taken you by surprise, you had presumed that he knew very little about any domestic tasks, assuming that Erik had deemed them beneath him and had discouraged his son to learn them.

You had asked Peter how he knew how to cook and his motion of whisking the eggs had paused for a moment. His brow pulled together, as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t remember.” He mumbled, looking at his obscured reflection in the half whisked yolks. You had dropped the topic after that day, noticing that for the rest of breakfast he seemed lost in thought, as if trying to recall where he had learned how to cook. After that Peter would take you back up to his room, where you would lay together.

Peter’s head laying on your chest, ear pressed close to hear the beating of your heart. You had noticed that after a while your breathing would sync, and any time you’d try to change it he’d follow. An unsettling revelation. During this time Peter would ask you vague questions, you knew he didn’t like to discuss your life before the manor but his curiosity would sometimes drift his questions in the direction. Asking you about past memories or about the kids you taught. But while he was allowed to ask you questions about your life before you were never allowed to do the same.

Every attempt to ask him about his life before was shut down immediately, like that day in the garden. He just pretended that you had said nothing at all. And each day he would leave at the same time, picking himself off of you as he moved his hair back into place with a sweep of his hand and stood up, pressing out the wrinkles in his shirt and dress pants. He would look at you with a forelong glance as he left, mumbling how he didn’t want to leave you. You would tell him that it would be okay as you softly kissed his cheek and let him close the door behind him. The act nauseated you, it made you feel as if you were a wife character stuck in an endless sitcom loop, bidding her doting husband goodbye each day as he left for work. But after a while you became numb to the action and a soft smile sometimes graced your lips at the way it would light up his otherwise dull eyes. 

The first day he left you tired the door and found it to be locked from the outside, there were no other points of exit. You had tired the window and were delighted that it opened. But it was short lived when you saw how high up it was. Escape was futile. As the days passed you spent the majority of your time trapped in Peter’s room only leaving to eat during scheduled meals with him. You were no longer free to wander the manor, so you had no idea if anyone else had returned or if it was only just you and Peter. 

You had no idea what Peter did all day, sometimes you could hear soft piano music coming from somewhere in the manor, those were your favorite days, you would lean against the wall and listen. The music was always soft and sad, it pulled at your heartstrings but despite it all you always longed for more. Heart sinking when it stopped and you were left with nothing but your thoughts.

Your least favorite days were when you heard the voices of men enter, you could never make out what they said but you could hear the malice in their tones. And there was always one who was different from the others, it was desperate and at times would scream once the doors were shut. It never lasted very long but each time it did you pressed your hands to your ears and waited for it to stop. You didn't know what happened to those men, after the main doors shut it stopped all of a sudden but you knew that it wasn’t anything good. 

You also noticed that on the days the piano music played Peter would come back earlier, his actions as possessive as always. But there was a gentleness to him, he let you move at your own pace and never asked for more than what you gave him. But on the bad days he would come back with a hardness in his eyes, it would soften some when he saw you but no matter how much you coddled him it never fully disappeared. These days Peter was needier and more demanding with your affections.

But there was something else that was there, a sort of guilt. He wouldn't quite look you in the eye and when he spoke it was hushed. He would lay his head in your lap as you combed through his hair. Hand gripping your thighs in an uncomfortably tight manner. His hair was always wet, on the bad days he always showered before he came back to the room. But no matter how much scented body wash he used you could still smell something metallic on his skin. 

Like tonight, you tried to ignore it as you brushed through his hair. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“Fine.” Peter never said much on these days, just wanting to be with you after whatever it was that he had to do. “Did you miss me?” 

“Of course.” You hummed, continuing your movements. As the days in captivity passed you found yourself being able to answer his questions with ease. He closed his eyes at your touch. 

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled, turning his head slightly to look at you. “I wish I could stay here with you all day.” He took your hand and pressed a soft kiss into the palm. On these days Peter was more bold with his affections. “I wish it was just you and me. That all I did all day was stay in this bed with you.” Your eyes widened at his confession, snapping you out of your domestic trance. 

“What if it was.” You whispered, tracing the bridge of his nose. His brow knitted together and he regarded you with an unreadable look. You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to voice your ideas about leaving and him going with you. But the longer he looked at you the more you doubted the chances of him agreeing. “Nevermind, I wish you could spend all day with me too.” He smiled at that and went back to enjoying your gentle touches.

After that night you began to feel your desire to run waning, you had tired every means of escaping the room and found there to be none. And as you weighed your chances of escaping from Peter himself the hopelessness of it all seemed to crush your very will to try. You began to grow comfortable to the predictableness of each day. 

That was until you awoke one night with a start, the feeling as if you were being watched becoming true as you regarded the dark figure in the doorway with wide eyes. A pair of familiar eyes and a cruel sneer filled with brilliant white teeth piercing through the darkness. “Did you miss me?” 

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[luaalz]

My boy is so stupid, that's what I love most about him

[ikkyfics]

Sweet Temptation

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: "You really don't have any idea, do you?" He leaned in even closer, so close that you could feel his heat enveloping you, stealing any breath you had left. "Do I have to show you?"

Warnings: Peter being a lovesick idiot, and themes of insecurity and self-image

A/N: It was my third request - anon, I hope you like it! 🩷

Masterlist

When Peter saw you enter the basement, he knew something was wrong right away. He didn’t need words or gestures, just that little frown and the way you avoided looking directly at him. Peter became an expert on you, recognizing the slightest changes in your face, as if each expression were a clue in a puzzle that only he could decipher.

Without thinking twice, he was already running to the other side of town, to his favorite bakery. It was a small place, with shiny windows displaying sweets that looked like true works of art: pastel-colored macarons, éclairs with sparkling icing, tiny cupcakes decorated with flower petals. Everything there was delicate, perfect.

He paused for a moment in the doorway, holding his breath. It was impossible not to associate you with this place. Those refined pastries had the same elegance as you, as if the baker had created them with you in mind. And Peter, with his thoughts always racing, found himself once again wondering what it would be like to take you there on a real date. He would make some silly joke to get a smile, then insist that you try the chocolate éclair. When he finally kissed you, it would taste sweet with vanilla and sugar.

"Stop daydreaming, Maximoff," he muttered to himself, shaking his head before going in and ordering a selection of the best things in the display case. It was expensive, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to see you smile again.

When he came back, you were still in the basement, pacing back and forth. Your hair flying in every direction, a consequence of when you were too absorbed in your own thoughts.

And, man, he loved seeing you like that, it was one of the reasons he was always annoying you. Your hair whipping in all directions was a sight to behold. Simply fantastic.

Cyclone. That was how people knew you.

But they had no idea that someone with such destructive powers could work wonders on especially hot days. Peter would melt against your body when you summoned a gentle breeze, driving away the heat with a simple movement of your fingers. He would sigh when he felt the cool air blow against his hair, and then he would go all limp until his body returned to a normal temperature. What could he do? He was especially sensitive to heat.

He stopped at the entrance, holding the box of sweets like it was some kind of trophy.

"I'm back!" he announced, with that smug smile he always used to hide any vulnerability. He waved the box in the air. "And look, I brought something that suits you perfectly."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Oh, yeah? And what would that be?"

"Pretty, delicate… and very expensive." He winked at you, walking into the basement and placing the box on the small table in the corner.

You laughed softly, but not as lightly as usual. There was still something different, and it made Peter's chest tighten. He opened the box with an exaggerated flourish, revealing the perfectly arranged sweets, and picked up one of the macarons to offer you.

"Go on, try it. This one tastes like strawberry or something. It looks good."

You hesitated. It was an almost imperceptible movement, but enough for Peter to notice. "What is it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

"It's nothing." You shrugged, looking at the sweets as if they were some kind of trap. "It's just… not everyone has a super fast metabolism like you."

"You're kidding, right?" Peter laughed, but the sound died quickly when he saw the way you looked away.

"No kidding," you said, crossing your arms defensively. "Those things are fattening, and… right now, I can't dream of gaining any extra weight."

He fell silent, waiting for you to continue, but what came next was a whisper that hit him like a punch. "I'm already huge."

The words hung in the air, heavy, and something inside him snapped. He'd never heard you speak of yourself so rudely. How could you see yourself that way? To him, you were everything. Perfect.

"You're not serious," he said, his voice lower than usual, almost a whisper. "Huge? Where did you get that from?"

You snorted, but didn't look at him. "Peter, forget it. You wouldn't understand."

"Wouldn't you understand?" he repeated, taking a step forward. "I understand more than you think. And honestly, you're wrong."

"Wrong about what?" You finally looked up at him, but there was something vulnerable in your gaze that completely disarmed him.

"About you. About all of this." He gestured to the box of sweets and then to you. "You know what? I paid a fortune for this, so you're going to eat one of these macarons, even if I have to lecture you to do it."

You laughed nervously, but Peter wasn't kidding. He stepped closer, standing so close that he could feel your heat. "You have no idea how I see you, do you?"

"Peter…" you began, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"I see someone amazing. Someone who makes me laugh even when I'm having the worst day. Someone who makes me want to be… I don't know, a little less of an asshole." He laughed, but the sound was strained. "And seriously, you are beautiful. Like, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, beautiful. So stop saying such horrible things about yourself, because I can't even process how you could think that."

Peter didn’t look away, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of your face, the way you avoided looking at him, your nervous fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. There was a tension in the air, something that made the space between you seem even smaller than it was. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, husky, as if the words carried something greater than he could admit.

“You don’t understand, do you?” He took a step closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from him. “You think it’s all in your head, that no one notices… but I see it. I see everything. And you… you’re exactly how a woman should be.”

He paused, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment before continuing. His gaze ran up and down you, slow, intense, as if he were discovering something that left you completely breathless. When he spoke again, his tone had an almost devotional reverence, but still with the characteristic touch of humor that was so much his.

"There are no lines, you know? No straight lines. You're all curves, succulent, perfect. There are no sharp edges, just… a softness that seems divine. Like, honestly, it's unfair." He laughed, but he didn't look away, and the intensity in his eyes was almost disconcerting. "You're living proof that some things in this world were made to be admired. And if you can't see that, I think I'll have to spend the rest of my life trying to convince you."

He took another step, now so close that any movement from you would be enough to close the distance between you. The smile he gave was small, almost shy, but his eyes shone with something you couldn't define, a mix of desire, admiration and vulnerability.

"So, stop saying those horrible things about yourself, because, honestly? It drives me kind of crazy." He laughed nervously, running a hand through his silver hair, but his eyes were still fixed on you. "Like, how can someone look at you and not think they're looking at perfection? It doesn't make sense. Not to me."

The silence returned, but it was different now, heavy with everything he wasn't saying. His eyes were still locked on yours, but there was something else there, a hesitation, as if he was waiting for a sign, anything, to finally cross the line that seemed to separate them. And deep down, he knew he was already completely lost.

You didn't look away, even when you felt a blush heat your cheeks. It was as if you were trapped in the intensity of those dark eyes that seemed to see every part of you, dismantling any facade you might try to put up. His name escaped your lips in a low whisper, hesitant, but filled with something that not even you could name.

"Peter…"

Your tone hit you like a punch in the chest. The world seemed to have stopped spinning in that instant, leaving only the two of you, so close it was almost painful. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, your lips parted and your breathing fast, almost panting, as if you were running.

"What does that mean?" Your voice broke the silence, fragile and uncertain, as if you were risking something that could change everything.

Peter closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to find some strength within himself before taking the next step. And then he did. He approached you, so slowly that the air between you seemed to vibrate, charged with something undeniably electric. He lifted his hands, hesitant for a split second, before cupping your face between them.

The touch was a perfect contrast of firmness and delicacy. His thumbs brushed the warm skin of your cheeks, and the sigh that escaped Peter's lips was almost imperceptible, but so full of emotion that you felt the impact like a thunderclap. He gently brushed away a strand of hair that fell over your face, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary, as if he wanted to capture the feeling forever.

"You're so…" He began, but laughed, a dry sound, filled with something that seemed like a mix of frustration and self-mockery. He shook his head, his eyes shining with a heat that seemed to steal the air from the room. "You know what I'm good at doing?"

You couldn't answer, but he didn't expect you to. The closeness was unbearable, his breath mingling with yours, so hot you could feel the slightest difference in rhythm. He tilted his head, his face now so close his lips almost brushed yours.

"I ruin things, love." The word slipped from him in a whisper, low and husky, filled with something that made every nerve in your body throb. "It's what I always do. Always."

But there was a hopelessness there, a vulnerable glint in his eyes that didn't match the tone of his voice. It was like he knew he was crossing a line he could never come back from, but he couldn't help himself. He swallowed hard, and his touch on your face grew firmer, like he wanted to anchor you in that moment.

And then he leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours in a way that was almost innocent, but held a promise that made your heart hammer in your chest. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a moment that seemed to last an eternity. The desire was palpable, barely contained, overflowing in the way his eyes almost begged for permission, even though he knew he had already lost himself completely in you.

"Peter…" You whispered again, your voice a little hoarser, filled with a heat that seemed to melt any barrier between you. Slowly, your hands rose, hesitant, as if you were trying to contain the overwhelming wave that threatened to swallow you. But the moment your arms wrapped around his waist, something inside Peter gave way, a rope already so tense that it finally snapped.

He shuddered under your touch, his muscles contracting beneath your fingers, as if your every movement had the power to set him on fire. A curse escaped his lips, low and hoarse, more to himself than to you. "Fuck," he muttered, almost as a rant, his dark eyes sparkling with something between frustration and pure desire. "You really have no idea, do you?" He leaned in even closer, so close that you could feel his heat enveloping you, stealing any breath you had left. "Do I have to show you?"

His hands slid down your back, warm and firm, and before you could react, he pulled you in a movement too fast, almost careless, pressing your body against his. The impact made you gasp, and the soft sound only fueled the determination that burned in Peter’s eyes. His fingers found the curve of your waist, squeezing it with a mixture of reverence and desperation, as if he were trying to engrave that feeling into every fiber of his memory.

He knew he was ruined. You were too close, so unbearably close, making any rational thought impossible. All that existed was you—the way you molded perfectly against him, the heat of your body against his, the way your scent seemed to cloud all his senses.

And then he gave in.

His lips met yours with an urgency that bordered on desperation, as if he had been waiting for this moment for so long that he couldn't bear to wait even a second longer. How many times had he dreamed about this? How many nights had he spent losing himself in fantasies where you were his, where he could kiss you like he always wanted, without fear, without hesitation?

But no dream could compare to reality.

You were sweet, so sweet that he felt like he was drowning in a sea of ​​sugar and heat. Your soft lips moved against his in perfect synchrony, as if you had been made for this, to lose yourselves in each other. His hand rose from your waist to the base of your neck, holding it with careful firmness, while he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, seeking more of you, always more.

The world around him disappeared, as if nothing else mattered but that moment, that kiss that seemed to be the peak of everything. Peter felt intoxicated, every part of you burning against him like a living spark that set everything in its path ablaze. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay right there, with you, feeling you. Living you.

When you finally spoke, your voice was barely a whisper, but it was firm enough for Peter, who could barely breathe, to understand. “Me too, Peter,” you said, and the word “love” seemed to fill the space between you, as if the world had stopped to listen. He couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face, a smile that was pure, innocent, and full of joy that he could barely contain. It was as if all the pieces of the puzzle, that he hadn’t even known were out of place, finally fit together.

“You,” he whispered, and his voice shook. The words he wanted to say were trapped, because reality surpassed even his wildest dreams. He leaned toward you again, with an urgency that made your heart beat too fast, as if it wanted to jump out of your chest. When your lips met, it was as if the world exploded in a color and intensity he had never experienced. The kiss was more than passionate; it was a carnal and sweet desperation, a promise and a concession, as if he were trying to convey everything he had kept to himself.

His fingers explored your back, feeling the warm skin and the vibration of each sigh you took. He separated from you only for a moment, his breathing still rapid and his eyes fixed on yours, to make sure that this was real. With a gesture that was almost a ritual, he took one of the sweets, holding it at the level of your lips.

“Eat,” he said, his voice husky and filled with a kind of adoration he barely knew he possessed.

You didn’t hesitate, and your eyes lit up as you accepted the candy from his hand, the sensation bittersweet and sweet all the same, in a play of flavors and smiles. But before you could settle into that moment, with a mischievous movement, you bit Peter’s finger, and the surprise turned into a shiver that ran down your spine.

“Do you really think you can tease me and get away with it?” he asked, but the laugh that followed was a promise. He tilted his head back, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you laughed, and he pulled you closer, without another word. The kiss that followed was intense and uncontrolled, a meeting of souls that burned with every touch and every murmur. Peter was no longer in control; the excitement, the desire and the happiness overflowed, and he wanted more, he wanted everything, and that was what he needed.

[silverzoomies]

Alone

peter maximoff x reader fluff

warnings: fluff, humor, first meetings, pining, female reader

word count: 3,461

a/n: just a drabble i spent way too long on. based on something i used to daydream about a lot. happy late valentine's day !!

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Peter sits, slouched on the floor against the foot of a sofa. Glimmers of light flicker in his eyes, as he indulges in some mind numbing television. Reruns of Frasier play stereotypical laugh tracks, droning through the basement. He can’t help but follow suit. Chuckling along in quiet huffs, he shakes his head.

Upstairs, the house rests in silence. Dead quiet. Magda snores softly in her room. Lorna’s probably conked out too. And Wanda? She’s gone. Somewhere. He could never guess. She doesn’t tell anyone where she goes on weeknights. But hey, what’s it matter to him? So long as she’s playing it safe.

Peter snickers at another corny, sitcom joke. He guzzles down handfuls of Reese's pieces. The candies rustle in their small box. But with the rustle, his ears catch something else. Distant and faint. Outside the realm of television laugh tracks and candy clicks.

It’s a lyrical melody, playing with romantic cadence from outside the basement window. Peter tilts his head back, drinking a glass bottle Pepsi. Fizzy sweetness mildly irritates his throat. Raising a brow, he guides his gaze to the window. One more chug of his soda, and he snatches the remote.

The roar of sitcom television falls into stillness.

And sure enough, a tune whispers from beyond the window’s glass. Like the call of a sea siren through the neighborhood. But it’s 10pm on a Tuesday night. And the likelihood of a smokin’ hot siren crawling from the ocean - to a house in middle class suburbia - is beyond impossible. Unless Peter’s dreaming again.

In which case; wait for him, nautical dames. He'll grab his trunks and be out flash.

And the night goes by so very slow

Oh I hope that it won’t end though

Alone

Peter narrows his eyes at the window, scoffing to himself. Woah, now. Is he warped in the head? Or is the mantra of Heart crying out from beyond the shadows? Peter appears at the window in a zip. Raising himself on his toes, he launches his body upward. Through smudged glass, Peter’s black hues scan the world outside. A shadowy mass looms in the grass, imposing and somewhat terrifying.

Until he realizes, it’s someone holding a giant boombox over their head. Phew .

Til now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone

Peter’s silver brows furrow again.

“What the hell?” He mutters under his breath.

He unlatches the window, pushing it open. Allowing that unmistakable tune to come through much clearer. Peter watches the mysterious, boombox stranger for a moment longer. A beat passes, and Peter sighs. He could just as easily zip out there, confront the culprit, and return to his basement lickety split. Instead, he opts for the casual approach.

Peter pushes himself through the window, his bare feet scuffing the basement wall. He accidentally kicks over a set of speakers. Some he stole five years ago and forgot about. They tumble off a wall shelf and crash hard onto the floor. Knocking down a bunch of stolen street signs in their wake. If Maximoffs weren’t such deep sleepers, he’d be in for it now. Big time.

As soon as Peter’s out, he stumbles in the grass. Mumbling a hushed - Shit.

You don’t know how long I have wanted

To touch your lips and hold you tight

You don’t know how long I have waited

And I was going to tell you tonight

Crawling through the dry, winter grass, Peter finally stands. With an exhale, he wipes dirt from his grey sweatpants. The rando in his yard doesn’t react, but they lower the boombox a little. Peter waits at a distance, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Who are you? Whaddya wannnnnt?” He shouts.

Til now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone?

No response from the rando. With a simple gesture, they tap the speaker of the boombox. Whatever that means. Rolling his eyes, Peter strides across the cold grass. Shirtless in the brisk, February air. He raises a hand to scratch his messy, silver bedhead. As he moves in closer, the neighborhood street lights illuminate the figure’s features.

Up until now, he thought some weirdo guy snuck out to pine for Wanda’s attention. Peter’s ready to kick his ass if he needs to. Poor Wanda’s always got dudes falling to her feet on Valentine's day. But she usually does the ass kicking. More power to her.

Guess he won’t have to this time. Turns out, it’s just some weirdo girl.

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

Peter puts a stop to the song before it reaches its end. Extending a hand in a quick blur, he abruptly clicks a button on the box. The neighborhood drowns itself in late night silence all over again. Interrupted only by the occasional car passing in the distance. Peter’s vascular arms cross over his chest. Lidded eyes leer straight at the mystery woman.

“Sooooooooo…” He tilts his head to the side, “Who are you? And why are you playing Heart outside my house at, like, ass-o-clock at night?” Peter pauses, eyes narrowing in suspicious slits, “Are you tryna pick up my sister? ‘Cuz you kinda look the type. And I know she’s been ‘tryin’ new things’ lately.” He gestures with air quotes, “If you catch my drift. Not that it’s any of my business. Point is , she’s not here.”

Boombox girl lowers said boombox down into the grass. She shakes her head, reaching into the pocket of her oversized cardigan.

“Pick up your sis- hah! ” She snickers with a snort, dawning a bashful smile. Boombox girl runs her other hand through her hair, “No! Noooo, it’s not like that! Uhm…I was actually playing Alone for you, silly.”

Peter drops his arms to his sides, and his heart skips a speedy beat. Scrunching his nose, he curls his lip.

“Youplayedwhatforwhonow?” He slides his hands into his sweatpants pockets, awkwardly rocking back and forth on his heels. The apples of his cheeks burn, and Peter clears his throat, “Uhhhh. Okay. Thanks? That’s…sweet, I guess. But, I-I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Her smile’s kind of adorable. Especially as she rubs her neck, displaying timid hesitance. Whatever confidence she had, she must’ve maxed out on 80’s romance cliches.

“Not really? I mean, I’ve seen you around. A lot. But you’ve never really noticed me, so…”

Alrighty then. That makes this interaction even weirder. But Peter’s pulled equally weird - if not more desperate stops to win some hearts in the past. And he may or may not be guilty of the same technique she’s using now.

Give him a break, okay? So what if he took a chance on it once? Back when he was eighteen and leagues more naive. It’s a little cheesy, sure. But it’s also the story of how he lost his v-card. And not the Valentine’s kind.

Case in point, it worked for him. So, he’ll bite.

“And you thought crashin’ outside my house, blastin’ some corny song while my family’s asleep - that’s a smoother move than…oh, I dunno…just talkin’ to me?”

She shrugs again, her guilty eyes looking down at the grass. Boombox girl raises a foot, tapping the ground with the tip of her boot. God, she’s obviously so nervous. And he's not gonna lie, it's a little charming. The corners of Peter’s lips turn up in a grin.

“I thought it might get your attention. You just…you move so fast all the time. And I’m really slow when it comes to these kinds of things. You were always gone before I ever got the chance.”

“How’d you know where I live?” Peter throws her a nod of his head, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

Pulling her hand from her pocket, she fixes her attention on the plastic case of a cassette tape.

“My uncle tried to arrest you once.” She grins, “He was out on patrol. Saw you steal a speed limit sign. Your mom paid him to let you off the hook.”

Peter’s brows fly up under his bangs. His cheeky smile spreads into his dimples.

“Your unc-...seriously? Whoa. No kiddin’?” He laughs, “Wish I could say I remember. But that sorta thing used to happen to me all the time.”

Not like he wasn’t asking for it back then. But to be fair, Peter’s made some drastic improvements. When it comes to his klepto compulsions, anyway. Excluding the influx of junk food and Garbage Pail Kid cards he snags on a daily basis. From nation-wide chain stores. Totally ethical.

“Yeah, I know.” She giggles, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. This way, he actually gets a good look at her. Soft lips. Pretty eyes, “You used to be the talk of the station, where he worked. Those guys never shut up about you.”

Reaching forward, she passes Peter the cassette in her hand.

“What’s this?” He gently takes it, inspecting the hand-made label inside the case. Decorated in little, lightning bolt doodles. Even some hearts. Aw. Cute. Scratched across it in messy handwriting, are the words - For the kleptomaniac. In exchange for my heart. You stole it forever ago.

Come on. Could she be any more corny?

“It’s a mixtape.” She bites her lip like she’s terrified to keep talking, “It’s cool if you don’t listen to it. I dunno if you’ll even like what’s on it. But I know you carry around that Walkman all the time.”

Uh huh. Did her uncle tell her that too? Get outta here.

“Does it have Heart on it?” Peter flips the case over in his hand, pursing his lips.

“Of course it has Heart on it.”

“Awww. Givin’ me Heart for your heart.” He snickers, turning pinker in his cheeks, “This is legit the cheesiest thing a girl’s ever done for me. I’m kinda buggin’ out right now.”

“Oh yeah? I mean, I can always take it back, if you-” She teases, like she thinks he’s being sarcastic.

She reaches for the tape. But as her fingers brush the case, Peter raises it above his head. The motion happens quickly, before she can even keep up. Boombox girl wasn’t foolin’. She is slow. Slower than a turtle on tranquilizers. As she makes another attempt, Peter drops his hand in a speedy blur.

“Hey, hey, hey. Nuh uh. No takesie-backsies.” He teases, waving a finger, “A trades a trade, babe.”

Her hands rest at her hips, and she flutters her long lashes. So shamelessly flirtatious, but still not enough to win him over. Not just yet. Even if her bedroom eyes offer a tempting invite. Like, seriously, so tempting.

Mama didn't raise him like that, though. Peter has somewhat of a delinquent track record, sure. But he's still a good hearted gentleman. He'll take her out on a few dates first. Treat her to a little arcade romance, before he tries some no pants dancing.

If she's not playing him for a complete jackass, that is. Really, it’s almost too good to be true.

No chick has ever pined for him this hard in his life. And Peter’s never had the chance to play hard to get. He bets dollars to donuts, boombox babe probably isn't a mutie either. Talk about some major role reversal. How often does a human girl beg and plead for mutant man's love? She knows he's a total shut in, right? Or did her uncle not fill her in on that?

“You still have my heart, though.” She coos, gazing at Peter with those eyes.

Those - embrace me, o’ speedster man of my dreams - eyes.

Yeah. Her uncle most definitely didn't break the news. Peter hisses, teasing her again with a click of his teeth.

“Ooooh. Yeah. Well, finders keepers. Good luck shakin’ that silver lovebug.”

He flirts back and forth with her naturally. Kinda like high school sweethearts. It goes on for a few more minutes. Until he's pestered her enough, she just up and quits. Her car's parked down the street. A Volkswagen bug. Hah. And there she goes. Peter's secret admirer stomps off. Boombox swinging at her side. A wave of guilt almost pulls him under, and Peter starts to regret teasing her so much.

She laughs as she walks away. And the call of her giggle brings him back to the surface, much like a song. Seems like the sirens really did come out tonight.

So, she likes playing games too, huh?

You don’t know how long I have waited

And I was going to tell you tonight

Peter’s not even that much of a Heart fan.

He looks down at the cassette case in his hands. Rolling a thumb over a scratch in the plastic. A beat passes. In a flash, he appears in front of her. Peter walks backwards, padding barefoot along the side of the road.

“So, are you gonna ask me out ‘er what? C'mon, don't be chicken shit. I know you got it in you!” He jokes.

Boombox girl giggles so hard, she breaks out in dorky snorts. Ah, the sexiest, siren song. Too bad that's not a track on the mixtape. He’s willing to slip her some loose change for a raw recording.

By happenstance, another car slows to a stop. Right in the middle of the empty neighborhood street. Colored a familiar shade of scarlet, the vehicle looms for a beat or two. Peter comes to halt, watching as the passenger side window rolls down. Boombox girl crashes right into him.

Shit. Peter just now realized, he doesn't know her name yet.

He grabs her hips on instinct, catching her in case she falls over or something. Her free hand clutches his arm, right over the ‘mom’ tattoo etched into his skin. Naturally, Peter radiates enough warmth to act as a heater. He’s a godsend on cold, lonesome nights. Boombox girl presses her body closer to his, seeking his heat.

Peter knows she does it without thinking, since she whimpers a soft, “ Oh god. I’m so sorry. ”

“It’s cool. You okay?” Peter’s hands linger on her hips.

“What’s going on over there?” Wanda grills playfully from her car. She flits her eyes between her doofus brother, and boombox girl. When Wanda purses her lips, she does so in a way identical to Peter, “Is he giving you any trouble?” She asks what's-her-name.

Peter zips to the passenger side door, crossing his arms over it. Leaning against Wanda’s car through the window, he makes a pfffbbbbtt noise.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Wands. I’m just walkin’ my future wife to her car.” He raises one of his hands, waving the cassette case, “Check it out, ah? She made me a mixtape! Cute, right?”

Wanda’s knits her brows as she tilts her head. The long, scarlet locks of her hair bounce with the motion. At the side of the road, boombox girl makes an adorable squeal. She covers her blistering face with her hands, mewling silent pleas.

“Oh my god stop. I’m sorry I even said anything. Oh my god. ” What's-her-name whimpers.

Which really isn’t helping the whole suspicious sister situation. Wanda leans back in her seat, peering over Peter’s shoulder at boombox girl. Narrowing her eyes, Wanda looks back at him. And before she can call Peter out on his bullshit, he lowers his arms from the door. Peter drops his chin to it, his tapioca eyes gazing up at Wanda innocently.

He chews his lip. In that ‘ I’m obviously up to no good’ kind of way.

“Y’wanna know what that cutie over there told me?” He purrs, talking loud enough for what’s-her-name to hear, "She said I stole her-"

Boombox girl shrieks, “MAXIMOFF! Please! That was a secret! I’m serious! You’re killing me here, dude!”

Maximoff?

Ohhhhh. She doesn’t actually know his name. Seriously? Didn’t what's-her-name say she’s pined after Peter for a while now? How long is a while? Long enough to know his address, apparently. And to know he likes listening to his tunes. And to know he’s a mutant with a rep for thieving. But not long enough for anyone to drop his name? Did the feds never bother learning it? Ouch. Figures.

“Piet.” Wanda leers at Peter, holding him at gunpoint with her eyes, “Leave that poor girl alone. Look at her! She’s had enough.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter stands up straight. Lazily, he smirks, waving a hand, signaling Wanda to drive off.

“Naaaah! You shoulda seen her back at the house. She’s hopelessly in love with me. Played songs outside my window. Y'know, like they do in the movies? I’m serious! You can ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Once more, Wanda shifts her skeptical gaze to what’s-her-name. The mystery girl carries her boombox to her car. With her head dipped and a free hand over her face. She looks like she’s doing the walk of shame. As if Peter stole a little something else from her and-w hoops. That's also not helping his case at all. Wanda hums, doubtful of Peter’s unlikely story.

He cheeses a toothy grin, looking guilty.

“Really?” Wanda adjusts in her seat, reaching for the radio dial, “Well, you might wanna tell her goodnight. For a girl who’s totally in love with you , she seems in a heck of a hurry to leave.”

And with that, Wanda drives off. Peter stumbles back, his calloused heels scuffing concrete. Wanda’s car rolls all the way down the road and into the driveway. Whipping around, Peter catches what’s-her-name opening the trunk of her love bug. As she lifts the boombox into it, Peter zips up next to her. Latching his arms around the boombox, he gives her an aloof grin.

“Can I borrow this for a sec? Thanks, cutie.” He throws her a wink.

She doesn’t get the chance to ask why. Peter zips back to his spot on the side of the road, clicking a button on the boombox. He raises it over his head, letting Heart roar obnoxiously across the neighborhood. Disrupting the late night peace. Out the corner of his eye, Peter notices a few neighborhood lights come on. The song plays just as Wanda hops out of her car. She stops in the middle of her stride to the front door. Her bags hang from her arms and her keys dangle on her finger.

Wanda squints, eyebrows turned inward.

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

“I TOLD YOU! SHE’S TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH ME!” Peter yells.

A faint, red glow emanates from Wanda’s hand, as she delicately swipes it in the air. The boombox’s tape player pops open with an click, and Peter lowers the box down in front of him. He playfully pouts, muttering a soft booooooo to himself. Abrupt silence fills the entire neighborhood again, save for the local dogs barking in their yards.

“Say goodnight, Pietro.” Wanda’s voice calls from the driveway, before she disappears into the house.

Peter doesn’t even realize what’s-her-name is standing next to him, until she speaks.

“Pietro’s a beautiful name.”

Peter snickers, feeling heat rise in his cheeks again. Popping open the case she gave him, he swaps the tape for the one in the boombox. Rapidly clicking the volume button, Peter huffs a soft laugh, hooded eyes blinking.

"Thanks. I'd say the same about yours, but I don't even know it." He teases. A little shy, Peter keeps his eyes on the boombox, "I go by Peter, actually."

"Peter. Pietro. Whatever your name is, you embarrassed the shit outta me, man." What's-her-name scoffs. Peter kinda likes the sound of both names in her voice, "You're lucky you're gorgeous."

Gorgeous? Whoa. That's a helluva word. Shit, this really is too good to be true. Peter's heart skips another beat, and he shakes his head. "Y'know, if you still what your heart back, you're shit outta luck, babe." Peter clicks the play button on the boombox, only after some tension heavy beats pass, "Like I said, finders kee-"

An all too familiar melody pours from the boombox speakers, softer now.

I hear the ticking of the clock

I’m lying here the room’s pitch dark

“Seriously?” Peter laughs, slinging an arm over boombox girl's shoulders.

“Yeah, seriously. I told you it had Heart.” She blushes profusely, averting her innocent gaze.

Maybe there really is something to these 80's romance cliches. Peter's almost willing to give up his own heart. Just as compensation for hers.

[marvelobsessed134]

Masterlist #1

This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile

How to request, guidelines etc.

Marvel Women

Kate Bishop

Rizz You Up

Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate

Kinktober day eight: overstimulation

Natasha Romanoff

Caught

Little skirt

Package delivered

Watching you

Young, and dumb

Need help

GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Dirty thoughts

Sundresses and breeding kinks

Wanda Maximoff

Control

Best friends sister

Julia Cornwall

In her web

Marvel Men

Bucky Barnes

Honeymoon Suite

Meet Cute

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier

Love me tender series

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

I’m only me when I’m with you

Don’t be shy, honey

Streamer!Reader headcannons

Behind closed doors

Good girl

Small town romance

Who do you belong to?

You shouldn’t be doing that…

Sneaking around

Kinktober day eleven: public sex

BDSM head cannons

Somebody’s watching me

Better? Better.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tommy Lee

Midnight Comfort

Teenagers In Love

Runaway bride

Can we keep him!?

Friends help each other

Go team

Maroon

Little drummer girl

Sparks Fly series

Pretty When You Sleep

Plus One

Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping

Halloween party shenanigans

Attention you deserve

Surprise

Delicate flower series

First time

BDSM head cannons

It’s gonna be okay

Vince Neil

Thunderstorms

Sweet dreams

Please

It’s the little moments

Shades Of Cool

Our honeymoon (part one) part two

Kinktober day one: daddy kink

Plaything

She’s a riot grrrl

Mick Mars

Mermaid Motel

Streamer!reader headcannons

You know you want it

Kinktober day four: pet play

Multi-members

Two is better than one

Halloween/fall headcannons

Groupie Love (Gang Bang)

Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)

Tom Keifer

Did you do that to her?

Up behind her with a pool stick

BDSM headcannons

“What is it, honey?”

Tom finding out you’re pregnant

Eric Brittingham

A pleasant surprise

Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)

Paul Stanley

I can see you

Underneath the surface

I fall to pieces when I’m with you

Prank call gone wrong

Teach you how

Tommy Thayer

You’re enough

One bed?!

Gene Simmons

Kinktober day 6: possessiveness

Guns N Roses

Izzy Stradlin

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs

Kinktober day 7: crying kink

Slash

Kinktober day 10: vouyerism

Barbie The Movie

Barbie

Starting to really like the real world

You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)

CEO!Barbie AU masterlist

Marvel Cast/other celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Put me in a movie

W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)

Kinktober day 3: humiliation

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Domesticated

Daisy Jones and The Six

Daisy Jones

Her good slut

G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader

LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)

Mistaken

Cindy Crawford

Picnics

Joan Jett

Our secret moments

[colinzabelswife]

Songs That Remind Me of Evan Peters Characters Pt.3

Peter Maximoff:

Colin Zabel:

Stan Bowes:

[demontonic]

Masterlist

You can always make requests!

Key: Angst🩶 Fluff🤍 Smut🖤 TW💜 Upcoming…

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Old Friends🩶🤍

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Headcanons🤍

Padame Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Blondie…

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Darth Vader

The apprentice…

Kylo Ren

Would you?🤍

best padawan…

Poe Dameron

Marvel

Steve Roggers

Bucky Barnes

Silver eyes…

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

blurb🖤

Natasha Romanoff

Mothers Know Best🩶🤍

What a woman…

Wanda Maximoff

Mothers Know Best🩶🤍

Pietro Maximoff

low and slow…

Peter Parker (TASM)

Pretty Boy🤍🖤

Peter Parker (MCU)

Miguel O’Hara

Moonknight

Mortal Kombat

(MK1: 🕷️ 2021 live action: 🕸️)

Liu Kang

God above…

Kung Lao

Raiden

Bi-Han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Kenshi Takahashi

Syzoth

Shang Tsung

Queen Sindel

Kitana

Mileena

Misc.

Ethan Landry

Perverted 1 - 2 - 3🤍🖤💜

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Thoughts🤍🖤💜

Charlie Walker

Headcanons🤍🖤

Cillian Murphy

Thomas Shelby

Dave Lizewski (kickass)

Sam Monroe

sweet dreams…

Rory Culkin

Hayden Christensen

The first time pt2🤍

Eddie Munson🤍🖤

[shiftingwithmars]

Marvel DR

The Basics

Timeline: Civil War-Infinity War

Current AI’s: Friday, Xero, Vision

HQ: Stark Tower + Avengers compound

HQ Residents, Full Time: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Vision, Wanda Maximoff

HQ Residents, Part Time: Tony Stark, Jaden Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, James Rhodey, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

The Girl

Name: Jaden Reid Stark

Nickname: Jade, Jay,

Age: 16

Birthday: December 8th

Gender: Gender-fluid, fem presenting

Pronouns: He/They preferred but any are fine. Mostly called She/Her.

Sexuality: Aroace

Birthplace: Undecided

Current Residence: Avengers compound

Species: Human

Ethnicity: European

Race: White

Nationality: American

Known Languages: English, Russian, Latin, Greek, Spanish, Sokavian,

Voice: Undecided

Signature Scent: Vanilla, Japanese Cherry Blossoms

The Boy

Name: Mattheo Riddle

Nicknames: Matt, Matty, Teo

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Human

known languages: English, Spanish

Backstory: Undecided

Hero name: Undecided

Powers: Marksmanship, Improved Reflexes, Enhanced strength, Enhanced speed, Enhanced agility, Enhanced durability, Enhanced stamina, Enhanced regenerative healing, Enhanced memory

Mattheo’s relationship with me: He’s a clingy bitch. Needs to be around me as much as he can. But he also worries whenever I go on missions. Showers me with love. Don’t worry, I’m just as loving towards him. He can be a little toxic and closed-off, but that’s understandable considering his past. Either way, we’re working on it together, and we’re making progress.

The Powers

Powers

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman speed

Superhuman agility

Superhuman durability

Superhuman Stamina

Superhuman Reflexes

Above-normal healing factor

Healing

Pathokinesis

Telepathy

Mental manipulation

Illusion manipulation

Energy manipulation

Sonokinesis

Electrokinesis

Sonic scream

Nightmare infliction

Dream manipulation

Hallucination inducement/manipulation

Hypnosis:

Memory manipulation

Magic

Crystal generation/manipulation

Ability absorption

Force Field generation/manipulation

Necromancy

Power mimicry

The Parents

Names: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts

Tony’s relationship with me: He loves me, even it’s hard for him to show it sometimes. He tries his best to shower me with gifts and random trips. He just wants the best for me, but it’s hard to keep your daughter safe when she’s the most vital part of The Avengers. Oh, and he hates my boyfriend. To a certain point, at least.

Pepper’s relationship with me: Sweet, loving mom. She thinks I take after my dad too much, but she still loves me despite how reckless I can be. She enjoys every moment we have together. Oh, and she loves my boyfriend. She thinks he’s really sweet.

[shangchiswife]

asiya's masterlist!

a lot of you have been asking for a masterlist so here you go!

The Last of Us:

joel miller- the babysitter - part 1- part 2 (smut)

joel miller- pretty pink skirt (smut)

joel miller- sweet nothing

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

dating aragorn headcanons!

dating thorin headcanons!

incorrect lotr/hobbit quotes-

big back challenge ft. y/n, thorin, fili, and kili

scary thorin ft. y/n and thorin

Star Wars:

luke skywalker- paper rings

han solo- the one where he f's up

luke skywalker- you're scared of thunder?

luke skywalker- sunsets

Prequels-

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period

Anakin Skywalker-

anakin skywalker- pacify her (smut)

anakin skywalker- broken promises (smut)

anakin skywalker- wildest dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi-

obi-wan- the way i loved you (smut)

obi-wan- party blues

obi-wan- sweet dreams

obi-wan- savior complex

obi-wan- drunken love

obi-wan- better man

Sequels-

poe dameron- yule ball

ben solo- i guess this is goodbye

poe dameron- traitor

hux- long drunk nights

kylo ren- safe space

poe dameron- nightmare

kylo ren- the last time

poe dameron- the other woman

hux- good little girl

poe dameron- clean

kylo ren- therapy

kylo ren- cardigan

Din Djarin-

din djarin- helping hand (smut)

din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me (smut)

din djarin- maroon

din djarin- caretaker

din djarin- family ties

din djarin- savior complex

din djarin- the protector

din djarin- you are in love

din djarin- nightmares

X-Men

logan howlett- electric touch (smut)

logan howlett- little black dress (smut)

logan howlett- a royal tea party

Marvel:

loki- mr. perfectly fine

pietro maximoff- saying goodbye

loki- if only you knew

steve rogers- sparks fly

bucky barnes- deja vu

loki- an escape from the palace

steve rogers- beach day

loki- speechless

Moonknight-

steven grant- late night talking

marc spector- dancing with out hands tied

steven grant- hug me

Spider-man-

miguel o'hara- stress relief (smut)

peter parker- a night under the stars

peter parker- i wish i were heather

otto octavius- merry christmas

harry osborn- hide and seek

tasm!peter/reader/otto- we'll take care of you

Norman Osborn-

norman osborn- dark paradise

norman osborn- they don't know about us

norman osborn- baby it's cold outside

norman osborn- i'm pregnant

norman osborn- look after you

norman osborn- let the games begin

norman osborn- i'm yours

norman osborn- worst behavior

norman osborn- experimental game

Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius-

otto octavius/norman osborn- skating

otto octavius/norman osborn- the moment i knew

otto octavius/norman osborn- save me

otto octavius/norman osborn- hostage

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Guess who finished part 18 👀👀👀

[luaalz]

Milliseconds before history is made

[silverzoomies]

hello !!! i was just wondering if you think there are any other bands peter would like besides nirvana, pink floyd, and rush ?? he gives me classic rock (& just rock in general) vibes tbh !!

anon you just opened up a can of worms !!

i once did extensive research into this. way more than anyone should for a character way past his relevance. and i'm still discovering new tunes i think he'd be into all the time !! i'll try not make this long winded (it will be). but for now...

🎶👾 peter maximoff's (potential) favorite tunes 👾🎶

we already know pink floyd, rush, and nirvana are included. they're shown through the shirts he wears !!

rush is a major one. because unlike the other two, apocalypse era peter has rush all around him !! the rush posters in his basement. the leg cast with "i luv rush." it's safe to say he's kind of a rush fanboy (and he's so real for that because rush is rad as hell).

i have a list of bands/artists i can confirm he canonically likes, as they've been referenced before. whether it be through background clues (posters, background music, etc), or because they were explicitly mentioned by people involved in making the films.

🎶 yardbirds 🎶 the doors 🎶 led zeppelin 🎶 buffalo springfield 🎶 alice cooper 🎶 jim croce 🎶 neil diamond

and while we know he listens to eurythmics (sweet dreams), i don't necessarily include them as a band. just because i personally feel this has less to do with the artist, and more about whatever was mainstream in 1983 (but you can choose to include them if you want !! after all, people mostly listened to whole albums back then).

peter definitely enjoys rock overall. but he doesn't seem averse to mainstream pop either. so we can probably assume he'll listen to anything, as long as it's catchy !!

here's some bands/artists we can assume he likes based on what we already know:

🎶 jimi hendrix 🎶 cream 🎶 the beatles 🎶 fleetwood mac 🎶 queen 🎶 david bowie 🎶 tom petty 🎶 ac/dc 🎶 bon jovi 🎶 journey 🎶 guns n roses 🎶 the eagles 🎶 joan jett & the blackhearts 🎶 deff leppard 🎶 tears for fears 🎶 michael jackson

and if there's some other classics i missed (from the 60's/70's/80's) you think he might like - please feel free to drop me an ask !! i'd love to add more to the list !!

lastly, i'm gonna drop some bands/artists i personally like to think he might listen to. mostly because it's fun to imagine so:

🎶 iggy pop 🎶 bee gees 🎶 thin lizzy 🎶 toto 🎶 a flock of seagulls 🎶 elton john 🎶 u2 🎶 redbone 🎶 madonna (i 100% believe it, you can't convince me otherwise) 🎶 pearl jam 🎶 radiohead 🎶 red hot chili peppers 🎶 green day 🎶 my chemical romance 🎶 beastie boys 🎶 smash mouth 🎶 nickelback (fight me, i dare you)

if you're looking for any specific songs, there's a really awesome playlist i listen to religiously. chai_vibes's "songs peter maximoff would unironically listen to" is so peak !! and i'll go ahead and drop my own peter maximoff playlist too, just because i worked really hard on it !! lol

happy listening !! thanks for hearin' me out !!

[healmydesires]

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GOD DAMN… this was, so hard to say the least 😭 how do you limit yourself to 5 fics? INSANITY. but I’ve tried. so I decided on these:

1. Had It Up To Here by @luminoustarlight

2. 3 Is The Magic Number by @withahappyrefrain

3. I Lied by @flightlessangelwings

4. Spring Fling by @whataperfectwasteoftime

5. Soft & Sweet + Sugar & Spice by @cavillscurls

honourable mentions bc I think only picking 5 should be a crime. so buckle up!!!

starting with one of my besties! The fisherman’s wife by @joelmama <333. one thing I’m missing series by @joelscruff my beloved 🥺 I’m this series number one fan.

Rewrite the stars by @starbeltconstellation !!! it’s a ao3 fic and it’s just so amazing already, literally her number one fan!!! I’m obsessed!!! so check it out please 💘

weakness pt1 and pt2 by @joelsgreys their work is amazing! control by @pascalisbaby ,,, just everything that I needed in a smutty fic. ugh. yellow by @ilovepedro ,, just wholesome and so adorable. I just love it so much! wet dream by @bastardmandennis … wow I’m speechless just so good. thought about this fic for days !!! relaxation techniques… by @mandoblowmybackout this fic series is so amazing I’m still thinking about it at least once or twice a week… I love it sm! I just love marcus sm🥺

abby <3. your fics are out of this world, I can’t pick just one… so you’re getting another shout out @/withahappyrefrain 🥰 work from home. the heat is on. summertime and sundress. just to name a few ! 😭😭😭 like wow. amazing!!!

baby don’t make me spell it out for you by @p3mybeloved and who is the lamb and who is the knife as well and so many more others!!! 🥺 your works are just made of gold, diamonds everything beautiful and precious!

all the time in the world by @/whataperfectwasteoftime I am very much aware I’m picking another fic of yours but like everyone has already noticed, I can’t seem to pick. your works are amazing! thank u!

pussy pleaser by @fuckmyskywalker … uhm OBSESSED. wow. as fate would have it by @/luminoustarlight another gem of yours!!! love it sm <333 caramel i and ii by @stvharrngton just love it sm 🥺 just very dear to me! Peter’s angel by @blooming-violets … this fic will stay and live in my head rent free for YEARS to come. I’m so serious. literally brain rot oh my god.

I feel like I’m missing a lot more and no doubt will I feel bad for not mentioning more but oh my god…

love your works and many more! 🥰

I’m tagging <3 @queenie-official @luminoustarlight @sweetercalypso @withahappyrefrain @starbeltconstellation @stargirl-writes @st4rfckerz @maximoff-forevermore @joelmama @strang3lov3 @covetyou @jksprincess10 @anilovie @joelscruff @walkintotheriveranddisappear and anyone who would love to participate 🥰

[quicksilver-clowns]

Loki 2x04 light, light spoilers????

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Oroborus: whoever does this needs to be super fast-

Me: omg guys this is where they grab Peter Maximoff from holding after they grabbed him from Westview at the end of Wandavision guys this is where it happens someone play sweet dreams are made of this-

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

this months favourites:

as it’s the end of the month, I wanted to create a post to share my favourite fanfics I’ve read in january. I’ll try to make a new one of these at the end of each month

wanted to share these great pieces, basically supporting other writers- also giving you some good recs. I’ve read a disgusting amount this month lmao, so these are my faves💌

tangerine-

unexpected by @gh0stsp1d3r

tangerine sees your work scars by @magicchai

this by @of-many-fandomss

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw-

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) by @valhallaas

this by @of-many-fandomss

I’ve missed your sweetness by @sunflowersteves

it’s always been you by @confused-pyramid

heat by @clints-lucky-arrow

this by @of-many-fandomss

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Jim Hopper-

prom night by @empresskylo

ride home series by @empresskylo

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Bucky Barnes-

sore spot by @kinanabinks

a little help by @mavsstar

watch me, touch me by @lacroixwh0r3

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Pietro Maximoff-

sokovian vodka by @acciopietro

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Peter Maximoff-

humming melodies by @words-of-holly

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Matt Murdock-

this by @of-many-fandomss

this by @of-many-fandomss

cold nights by @that-sarcastic-writer

the devil I know by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

she feels like home by @missbeewrites

footsteps by @saintmurd0ck

in the rearview by @courtforshort15

(Un)stealthy by @ellephlox

praise kink by @itwasthereaminuteago

daddy issues by @farfromstrange 

fever dream by @courtforshort15

ease the pain by @farfromstrange