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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Against The Desk - Peter Maximoff

(not my gif)

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Professor Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Mommy Kink, Dry Humping, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Semi-Public Sex.

Peter peeked his head into your classroom in search of you. He found you sitting at your desk, grading some papers. He softly knocked on the wooden door and stepped into the room.

You pulled your sight from the sheets and raised your head, catching the gaze of the silver man who was standing by the door. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey Maxi, what’s up?” You smiled, pushing your chair out from under the desk.

“How much longer are you gonna be?” Peter asked, slowly shutting the door behind him, using his powers to speed in front of your desk with his hands placed in either pocket and his dark gaze subtly eyeing your perfect torso.

You glanced over at the clock and back at the essays you had left to grade, “It's probably gonna be another hour.”

“Ughhh, can’t you finish this tomorrow?” Peter whined deeply in his man-child behavior, causing you to playfully frown at him, “Petey, you know I have to get these papers done tonight.”

“But-” He spoke up before you stopped him and shook your head, “No buts, baby.”

Peter let out a disappointed sigh as he looked down at the floor and stepped around your desk to reveal the massive outline of his cock that protruded through his jeans, standing in front of you like a helpless puppy. “I-I need you.”

You bit your bottom lip and ogled the sight that made a sudden heat swell between your thighs, your heart racing in your chest with desire. You know you still had work, but for the moment, it was going to have to wait.

“Come here, baby.” You told him, seductively patting your upper leg.

Peter’s eyes widened with a lustful reaction as he basically hopped up and straddled your thigh, slightly arching his back to push his erection against you.

You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair as you slowly moved your other hand between his thighs to start gently stroking the tips of your fingers against his hard-on.

He whimpered as his hips started rocking back and forth against your jeans while his hands sheepishly tugged at the end of your shirt, explaining what he wanted in so few words.

“My pretty boy is so horny,” You teased, reaching down, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your nude chest.

“Fuck-” He muttered under his breath as he stared. The sight made his dick ache more. He reached up and cupped your breasts in the palm of his large hand, gently kneading at your boob, giving light squeezes as he poked his long fingers into the sides of your sensitive breast, making you breathly moan.

You felt his cock twitched against you as he continued humping your thigh, listening to him let out little whimpers, “Please, M-mommy-”

“What do you need, baby boy?” You asked, gripping onto the side of his thigh as you teasingly traced the tip of his cock in light circles, feeling him grinding harder against you from your touch.

“I need to feel your tight cunt around my cock.” He said in a husky moan, making your heart pick up, and a slight shiver run down your spine from his comment. You leaned and seductively whispered in his ear, “I’m all yours, baby.”

Peter’s hips stopped as a cocky smirk suddenly crossed his face. He instantly stood up and lifted you from your chair. You draped your arms around the back of his neck and wrapped your legs around his torso, feeling his hands squeeze your ass cheeks.

“Fuck me against the desk, Peter.” You breathed out, watching him immediately nod and position you onto the middle of your old wooden desk, too distracted with you to mind your papers all spread out across it.

Peter fumbled with the buttons in a hurry as he undid your jeans and pulled them down your legs, dropping and leaving them on the floor. He moved his hands up your thighs, feeling heat steaming off your core as he wrapped his fingers around the lace of your panties and slid them down.

He felt like he could blow a load, then and there, just by staring at your pussy. He opened your thighs more and undid his belt, dropping his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

You looked down, watching his dick slap himself in his stomach, feeling a burning fire grow in your abdomen as you stared at his thick, lengthy cock, that had pre-cum dripping down his underside.

Peter gripped the sides of your hips and positioned his red, throbbing tip against your entrance before sliding himself into your tight pussy. He buried himself inside you, slick arousal coating his length as your warm, velvety walls sheathed tightly around him.

Your walls fluttered around him as your body adjusted to his thickness. It felt so good to have his cock stuffed deep inside of you, with his hips rolling as he worked in and out of your pussy. “F-fuck, you feel so good-” Peter moaned out.

He felt himself about to come to the point of no return, convulsing inside you with each stroke, but he craved to feel your hot cum melting around him first.

His fingers gently dug into the sides of your hips as he held you and suddenly picked up his speed, moving at a much faster pace, pounding his cock against your g-spot.

Your hand flew up, gripping onto his damp silver hair, hips trembling against him as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He ogled you from above and fucked you, your tits bouncing up with each powerful thrust with your mouth wide open and eyes filled with desire, “F-fuck- baby boy, you’re making- mommy feel- so good!” You moaned. Peter whimpered from your praise as he bucked himself deeper into you. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

The sound of wetness and slapping skin filled the room, and soon a low vibrating. Peter couldn't fully control his powers when he was about to orgasm. Usually, it was light pulsing, but this time, it was much more. His cock was vibrating at full speed, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

Your head went blank, and your eyes rolled to the back, your pussy clenched around his vibrating cock, feeling your intensive orgasm wash over you as you both came together. His hot, milky cum shot inside you and filled you to the prim, leaving your pussy throbbing with aftershock.

Peter collapsed into your breast for a moment as the two of you caught your breaths and came down from your pleasuring orgasmic highs. His dick was still buried in your warmth, too sensitive and dazed to pull it out, leaving it to slowly soften inside you.

He gazed up and wrapped his arms around your waist before connecting his lips with yours, giving you a tender kiss. He detached, looking down at you with his dilated brown eyes and feverish bright red cheeks.

“I’m a good boy, right?” He asked softly.

“Your mommy’s good boy.” You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose as you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, sharing a sweet, intimate moment on top of the classroom desk, one you’ll never forget.

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thepurplebutterflythings · 4 years

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Professor Aesthetic Image

This incredible aesthetic image for my two-part Peter Maximoff series, Professor, was made by @evanpeters-petermaximoff. Absolutely wonderful! Thank you very much, @evanpeters-petermaximoff. I love it! It always makes me happy to receive something made for my writing.

Go check @evanpeters-petermaximoff out! Really cool and lovely person!

#Evan Peters #peter maximoff #evan peters imagine #peter maximoff one shot #peter maximoff imagine #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver oneshot #quicksilver x y/n #quicksliver imagine #x men #x men oneshot #x men one shot #x men imagine #x men imagines

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sincerethoughtsblog · 2 years

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Just Evan Peters in a Turtle Neck

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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Evans X Nicknames

~ nicknames the characters would call you, both on a daily basis and during intimacy

w: little smut names on kai's part, rest is fluff

Tate Langdon

"gorgeous"

"pretty"

"kitten"

"mommy"

"beautiful"

Kit Walker

"sugar"

"precious"

"love"

"flower"

"wife"

kyle spencer

"pretty"

"my girl"

"babe"

"honey"

"love"

jimmy darling

"angel"

"sunshine"

"doll"

"pumpkin"

"darlin' "

James March

"dear"

"sweetheart"

"baby"

"princess"

"dearest"

Rory Monahan

"cupcake"

"beautiful"

"cutie pie"

"biscuit"

"muffin"

Kai Anderson

"pet"

"thing"

"pretty slut"

"loud mouth"

"needy bitch"

Luke Cooper

"babe"

"pretty"

"precious"

"mommy" definitely

"feather"

Warren Lipka

"dude"

"babe"

"my bitch"

"boo"

"linda"

Peter Maximoff

"sugar"

"mine"

"baby"

"love"

"babe"

colin zable

"buttercup"

"momma"

"beautiful"

"my property"

"love bug"

tags// @divineruler @copy-of-a-cheeto @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh @mossybank @the-hotel-cortez @undeadcortez

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs imagine #nicknames #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james march #james patrick march #rory monahan #kai anderson #jeff pfister #quicksliver #peter maximoff #colin zable #fluff

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years

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More Than Just a Dream

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: You and Pietro had been together for about 4 months now. You’d only had sex a handful of times but you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t on your mind nearly 24/7, even more so after the first few times. Just knowing how good he could make you feel made your head spin, but you didn’t want to rush things too fast in your relationship; leaving you to dream up all the things Pietro could do to you instead.

Warnings: SMUT! (18+), oral (female receiving), fingering, use of the word cunt, lack of consent to some sense, mentions of face riding, etc.

A/N: this is literally just porn, almost no storyline, just filthy smut. Enjoy lovelies <3

Word Count: 1.3K

One night you fell asleep happily in Pietros arms breathing in his musky scent, a smile evident on both of your faces as you drifted off to sleep.

However sometime around 2 or 3 in the morning Pietro awoke to you groaning and mumbling incoherent words. Fearing you were having another one of your nightmares he embraced you in his arms and gently stroked the left side of your face, you started to mewl under him and thrash lazily reaching out for your loving boyfriend.

Pietros lips formed a small frown as he watched you experience what he believed to be a nightmare, leaning down he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. But your reaction was far from what he could’ve ever imagined to hear.

What Pietro didn’t know was that you were not having a nightmare, quite the opposite actually. You were busy dreaming of something you and Pietro had yet to try, face riding. Of course he’s eaten you out before, many many times, but you two have yet to do it in that certain position. You didn’t know why but something about sitting on a face like his had you weak at the knees.

You moaned softly “Pietro..” as you grabbed onto the headboard of the bed in your dream, which happened to be Pietro’s arm in real life. He was a bit taken back for sure, not sure if he even perceived your words correctly. But a second and more distinct moan falling from your lips confirmed his suspicions that you were having a wet dream about him.

Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss on the edge of your lips. This caused you to only whine more as the mixture of his kisses in real life and the things he was doing to your dream made you start to pool in your undies.

Tentatively Pietro started to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you let out breathy moans, his sweet name falling from your lips every so often. The more he heard you call out for him the larger the bulge in his pants grew.

Once Pietro reached the hem of your already soaked panties he carefully ran the lace bordering between his fingertips as he kissed all over your thighs waiting for you to wake up or give him some sort of ok to go ahead. Even if he’d done this several times before he wasn’t sure if you both were at the point where he could do something so sensual to you without your explicit consent. His movements lulled as he stared up at you for a second, watching your chest rise and fall quickly as he could only imagine what was going through your head.

“Don’t stop, oh god don’t stop” you pleaded as your arms reached out for the man that was no longer beside you, but rather laying in between your legs inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. He gently started to pull the fabric of your underwear down with one hand as the other held your hips down.

You were bordering on sleep and consciousness as Pietro did more to wake you up making made you dream hotter and hotter. When Pietro left a few more searing kisses on your inner thighs as his hot breath fanned over core you nearly lost it.

“Pietro!” You loudly moaned out nearly reaching your climax in your dream and at the same time bordering on almost waking up. He looked up at you, wondering if you had awoken yet.

“Touch me.” You commanded, the most coherent words forming as Pietro took that as the go-ahead to please you in real life. Without an ounce of hesitation or shred of self-control remaining in his body Pietro licked a bold stripe up your wet slit before absolutely devouring your delicious cunt.

Your moans quickly became very loud as the mixture of your climax in your dream and Pietro relentlessly working his tongue inside your sex combined to make the most wonderful feeling. You slowly started to wake from your dream, somehow still feeling like you were living it because you swore you could still feel Pietro’s nose brush up against your clit.

As your post-dream haze wore off you started to realize you may be awake but the gorgeous man that you belonged to was still between your legs, taking you in as if you were his last meal. You moaned out incredulously as your hands flew to his silver hair pulling and tugging on it, almost as a way to let him know both that you were awake and as a thank you.

His tongue worked wonders on you as your climax quickly came around for the first time. Your thighs immediately tighten around his head only edging him on as a string of moans and curses fell from your mouth while Pietro stayed between your heat gladly lapping up your sweet juices.

But he didn’t stop there, Pietro kept going even after you had finished the first time, giving you absolutely no time to recover from your previous orgasm.

Now focusing on your sensitive bud he easily slipped a finger inside you and pumped it out at a lovely pace that was already bringing you close to your 2nd orgasm. You tried nudging and pushing the speedster away as your senses became overwhelmed as you were seeing stars. However Pietro only tightened his hold on your hips keeping you in your place as he added another digit in between your slick folds.

Starting to curl them you practically screamed forgetting that literally anyone else lived in the compound with you. Loving the sounds of your moans Pietro used his powers and worked his tongue against your clit at speeds you knew was only possible with him. Making you fall apart in record time, your juices spilling all over his face.

You must’ve temporarily fallen out of consciousness once again because the next thing you knew Pietro was at your side brushing a stray piece of hair out of your hair.

“That a fun way to wake you up, no?” He asked with a cocky grin, but you could only stare up at him with a smile and a fucked-out daze. Silently agreeing with your godly boyfriend.

Curling up into his chest you felt something large and hard poking your leg, looking down you realized Pietro being the selfless man he's never even relieved himself.

“What about one more round before we go back to bed huh?” You said with a cheeky grin laying Pietro on his back while you two would go for what would actually end up being another three rounds. The rest of the team would have some serious complaints for you two in the morning. However, you never did get to try face riding… maybe next time ;)

A/N

I proofread this at 3:30 in the morning so apologies for any spelling or grammar errors <3

hope you all enjoyed this filthy little drabble, maybe I'll write for a new character next!

Much Love,

-Skyler

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flower-slut004 · 2 years

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send me y’all these marvel men thoughts

that includes

- All 3 spider-man

- Mr.Matt Murdock along with Foggy

- Frank as well

- Pietro maximoff ( ATJ)

#multifandom imagines #marvel imagine #marvel #spiderman #daredevil #the punisher #marvel men #matt murdock #Peter Parker #Foggy Nelson #frank castle #quicksliver #pietro maximoff

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winchestersisters101 · 4 years

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Wanda Maximoff💫❤

#wanda and pietro #natasha x wanda #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #maximoff twins #peter maximoff #scarlet witch #quicksliver #wanda maximoff wallpaper #wanda maximoff lockscreen #marvel #marvel wallpaper #marvel lockscreen

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chloe-skywalker · 5 years

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Nightmares Get Worse - Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff x Fem!reader

Logan x (like) daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,047

Summary: reader has sleeping issues, logan comes back and helps her with them

Author’s Note: Kinda an AU

Masterlist

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“Y/n you need to talk to Charles about it” Peter insisted

“No, I don’t” Y/n yelled back trying to beat Peter down the stairs.

“Well you should” he yelled back before sighing and speed down the stairs. He is in front of her before she could even reply.

“Peter I love you, I do but they're not gonna just go away by talking about them.” Y/n sighed moving her hands to cup his cheeks. She gives him a tight-lipped smile, but he could see the disappointment in her eyes at the thought of how nothing seems to help get rid of them.

“I know but maybe he could help.” All Peter wanted to do was help the girl he loves. He loves her more than anything even more than Twinkies. Peter sighed and Y/n leaned down an kissed his cheek before stepping down the rest of the stairs and wandering to who knows where.

Peter stood there at the end of the stairs trying to think of anything he hasn’t tried yet to help Y/n in any way he can.

“Peter” Charles greeted the silver-haired boy

“Hey” Logan said giving the speedster a nod

“Logan, Charles” Peter greeted back before moving to stand in front of Charles but before he could say anything only open his mouth

Charles held his hand up before giving Peter a tight smile. “Look, Peter, as much as I would love to help her. I can’t. Not without her permission and honestly what she's going through I don’t think anything can really help.”

Peter grabbed his head in frustration “Well then, what can I do to help her?”

Before Charles could suggest something to the young man Logan spoke up “help who?”

“y/n” Peter answered Logan

“Why does y/n need help?” Logan asked not even trying to hide the concern in his tone. It’s no secret that Logan is like a father to the young woman.

“She’s not sleeping.” Charles stated

“She’s not sleeping cause every time she sleeps she has nightmares about wherever you two were kept. And I guess they must really be terrifying cause now she’s sleep depriving herself to get anyway from them.” Peter spoke fast. It’s obvious to the two older men that he is stressing and extremely worried about the y/h/c-ed girl.

“What she remembering?” Logan asked quickly, hoping that she might have remembered a clue to where they were.

“Just bits and pieces” Peter sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since he woke up that day

Charles knew that what Logan was really asking deep down “She’s not remembering anything good. Just pain, torture, and whatever they did to strengthen you two.”

Peter suddenly felt like he had been away from y/n for to long. He kept glancing around till suddenly he saw Bobby and Rogue walking towards them. “Bobby do you know where y/n went?”

“Her and John are playing with their powers on the couch. Again.” Bobby told him pointing back to the room they just left.

“Thanks” Peter let out in a breath “well, it was nice seeing you Logan.” he patted him on the shoulder before leaving the two alone

Charles directed Logan towards his office. Moving around to sit at it. The professor sighed wishing he could do something more for the two. Find out more.

“I’m sorry Logan but I haven’t found out anything more.”

Logan nodded in understanding, but disappointed with not much to go on what can you expect “I found where the place was, or at least I think.”

“Well, that’s a step closer.” Charles said trying to give some hope back into Logan

“But not very helpful” he mumbled angerly. Logan let out a big sigh before rubbing his forehead he looked up at the professor. “Hows y/n been with remembering?”

“She hasn’t remembered enough to help,” Charles told him with a long sigh knowing that's what Logan wanted to know.

“Only the bad stuff in other words” he sighed

“Her nightmares are increasing equally in terror and amount of.” Charles explained with obvious sadness in his voice and on his face.

“Peter seems incredibly worried about them. About her.” he pointed out. Charles could tell by the look on his face that Logan is trying to not show how worried he actually is.

“He is. He cares about her, loves her actually but he hasn’t told her yet. Not officially at least.” the professor smiled thinking of the two young adults that are completely in love with the other.

“Not officially?” Logan asked confused

“They say it but not how they truly mean it” Charles chuckled thinking about it

“Do you have a spare room? Maybe I should stay a bit. Maybe help out y/n. With the nightmares.” he asked sitting up

“I think I might have a room. She could use you here. You're like a father to her, you being here to help her through what’s going on could make a big difference.” Charles told him seriously.

^ ^ ^

“Hey kid” Logan greeted y/n and Peter as he entered the room and leaned against the nearest wall.

“Logan! Oh my god! What are you doing here?” y/n spoke excitedly running over to him and hugging him

“Came back to find more out.” he admitted looking her in the eyes as they pulled away Logan can see the fear in her eyes. Granted it came as soon as it went, Logan decided maybe he should say more “and I’m thinking of staying for a while.”

“Really?” Peter and y/n asked at the same time

“Yeah. I missed ya.” Logan stated bringing her back into a hug

Then another student called y/n over. She gave her father figure another squeeze before heading over to the student.

“Your staying for her, aren’t you?” Peter asked but said in more of a statement way standing next to the wolverine.

“Yeah” he replied crossing his arms, watching y/n with the other students.

“This’ll help.” Peter stated

“How do you know?” Logan asked the speedster

“Cause I know her.” he smiled at him before heading over to his girl. Leaving Logan to watch both of them, thinking about what Peter said.

#xmen #young xmen #old xmen #quicksilver #quicksliver x reader #peter #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagines #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #Charles Xavier #logan howlett imagines #logan howlett x daughter reader #logan howlett x reader

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endoftheroad1983 · 5 years

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Wish you were Here

Wish You Were Here

Steve Rogers x Reader.

Part Three

You had left Wanda's room a little over an hour. She had planned with Vis that you just wouldn't allow her to cancel. You couldn't take up her time crying over a guy that you never went out on a date with. So you wonder back to your room for awhile. The TV being the only distraction you need at the moment.

It was a little past one in the morning, when your stomach demanded that it was hungry again. You poke your head out into the hall, Steve had a habit of walking the base at night when he couldn't sleep. You had meet several time at night in the hall as you usually ate around this time. Your heart sigh with an ache as this was how you two first began to bond.

Half way to the kitchen and the coast was still clear. You thought bitterly that it meant that Steve was probably in the room they put Peggy in.

Stop that!

Your brain snapped at you. It wasn't his fault that you fell for a guy that had a unbalance past. Granted that it was a past that wasn't suppose to meet back up. But it had and there was nothing you could do about it. You sigh as your mind wonder what it would have been like meeting him the same time as Peggy. Your scrunch your nose at the thought. Steve would still pick her over you, you just knew it. And with that though a sigh of frustration escape your mouth without permission.

“Come on Doll, it can't be that hard to find something to eat.” The soft voice brought you back to what your were doing. Which was standing in front of an open refrigerated. How long had you been there lost in thought? You didn't want to know as you bend down grabbing two bananas and two yogurt cups. Your stomach wasn't liking the idea of something heavy.

“You can be surprise at how hard it is to figure out what you want.” You wince at your words. They were totally about him but at the same time they weren't. You gave him a weak and tired smile as you left the kitchen.

“I knew it!” Steve was right behind you. He only had to take three large steps just to catch up to you. You turn around to look at him with a spoon in your mouth. Your raise an eyebrow at him and waited for him to continue.

“Your mad at me.” His words stop you in your tracks. Your action took him off guard as Steve found himself up against your back. You took the opportunity to spin around and look up at him.

“Mad at you for what? You didn't do anything, it just shitty timing on both our parts.” With the last word you spun back on your feet and headed back to your room.

Steve had followed you all the way back. It wasn't until you felt his presence behind you at the door that you realise he was still following you. You push open the your wide metal door. It made a soft thump against the wall. You turn to look at him. Steve mouth hung open as he stared at something behind you.

Steve, what is it?” You ask after taking the spoon out of your mouth. Tears form in his eyes as he remain frozen in the doorway. You look around to see that everything was still in its place. You look back only to feel his sorrow gulping you up like a little fish.

“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget about the vase.” You could see the scene back in the lobby play over in his mind as he stare directly into his.

“It's no biggie, Pietro ended up needing help anyway.” Your heart made up the words you spoke. Your brain however was not in the mood to forgive him so easily. You shook your head as if it was no big deal.

Steve suddenly reach out and cupped your cheeks with his hand.

“I'm going to make it up to you. I swear.” His words brought your heart to a pounding beat but your brain was quick to squash it. As long as Peggy was around here there was no room for you.

“Steve...” You began but he cut you off.

“No, Please don't. I will. Could I have the honor of escorting you to a Special Evening Hosted by Tony?”

You could feel Steve's warm breath on your lips as he spoke. That was how close he was to you.

“Special Evening? He's throwing a fancy party for the others?” You were confuse about this. But then again your brain kicked in. Of course he would. His father was back with him after all.

“I don't think that's a goo....” You started off.

“Please, I want to make it up to you. I'm so sorry I’ve been distracted but I'm serious about you.” His blue eyes was sparkling like gemstone that it make your heart melt.

“I don't know...”

“Please?” Steve held is ground like his fight, very tight.

“Ok, When is it?”

A burst of happiness emerge from Steve as he rounded you into a hug. You couldn't stop the creeping blush that heated your face.

“It's tonight, Thank you, you won't regret this. ” He chuckle as he set you back down. Your mind was whirling from his action that you almost missed when it was.

“Tonight? That sounds exactly like Tony.” You moan as you didn't know what to wear.

Steve left you with a soft kiss on the cheek. Now you were the one that was over the moon. And as always the lurking doubt stayed behind the curtains of your mind. Waiting to show themselves when things go wrong.

Hours later and Steve was true to his words he was at your door, alone, at the time he said. He was wearing a handsome black suit with your F/C flower in his breast pocket.

“You look incredible! He gushed over you the moment the door opened. He was quick to collect you into his arms, “Are we ready to go?” He ask politely as he regain his senses.

“Yes, I can't wait!”

The special evening turn out to be a late dinner banquet. Steve help you into a chair at around table cover in the fancy of things gold and platinum. Bucky and Sam along with their dates join the table as well.

“Ohhh don't you look all special! It's about damn time, you two!” Sam teases as he pulled you into a hug. He knew that you had a thing for their Captain.

'Stop!” You hushed him but knowing full well that Steve heard the conversation with ease. But being the gentleman that he was, he let only his blue eye dance with his knowledge. He pulled your chair closer to his. He was being true to his word that he was going to make everything up.

A little bit past an hour into the party Wanda and Pietro found you. You stood up after patting Steve shoulder. He smile brightly that you had giving him the notice and not just disappear on him.

“Wanda, You look great!” You both hug as though you hadn't seen each other in years. You laugh her comment off. Now it was you turn with Pietro. His appearance had stun you for a moment. For once his hair was nice and comb and he was dress in the most fitting royal blue dress shirt, paired with nice fitting black slacks. He wear a F/C tie. He had his hands shove in his pockets and you could tell that he was out of his element.

“Who the hell are you?” You question not caring that it cause a few eyebrows. The question made the uncomfortableness away and let a sly smile out.

“Ha Ha, You are looking marvellous.” His eyes were glue yours. Your heart start racing as you kept his eye contact. You were now so confuse on who your heart wanted.

“You look great as well Pietro.” You rounded him into a hug, “If anything goes wrong tonight, just look at me and I will get you out of here, Ok, Princess?” You usually hated being called that but with his accent it ran a shiver up your spine.

“Everything alright here?” Steve voice was low as you and Pietro pulled apart.

“No sir, not at all. Just telling Y/N here how beautiful she look tonight. It looks as though the show is starting, So excuse us so we can find our table.” Pietro was quick to his manners that it was hard for Wanda and You to not exchange looks. That would be bad as it would give away whatever Pietro was cooking up.

“Yes, yes, we will meet up later. Y/N, bye Captain.” Wanda help sell the part.

The lights dim next as Steve pulled you back with him. You were still daze by your sudden encounter with Pietro.

“Are you sure your okay? You look a little pale.” You smile as your eyes meet his. Just the blue dancing in the darkness brought your reasons back.

'I'm fine, just famish.” You lean into his arm, that was drape around you. Steve smile and kiss your forehead.

Heaven.

But all good things must come to an end, a saying your Mom told you a hundred thousand times when you were younger. Younger and didn't understand. But now you totally get it. Dinner was fabulous with the light, comedian story teller that Tony had performing while everyone was eating.

Then came the speeches from people from the past. It was then Steve and Bucky had excuse themselves. They made their way to a row of chairs that were set up behind another row. Yours prick with tears as you look up at Steve and his adorkable, shy, smile.

That's when Tony pulled up the honor guest. Each one took a seat in front of the people from now. Your heart swerved a bit as you watch Peggy take a seat in front of Steve. He was quick to reach down and whisper something in her ear. Sam patted you on the back as if too reassure his friend that everything was still cool.

The speeches were amazing with its heart warming and funny tease comments. You wipe your eyes, you don't know how many times throughout the evening. But by now, three hours into it, you were ready just to go home and relax. Maybe get Steve to stay and watch a movie. You purred at the thought.

As though Tony was reading your mind he began.

“And now for one last honor. Steve, Peggy will you join me?” Tony loop in between the pair and brought then to the center of the stage. “It's been almost a hundred years since these kids been together.” He started. Please don't, you begged in your mind.

“We have a little something special for them tonight!” Please, please don't! Your heart was breaking. And that was when hell came to play.

“We made a short video tribute too the two of you.” Sharon Carter, Peggy's niece, announced from the other side of the stage. This was your personal hell!

You blanked out on the next speech that was happening. But when the lights went out again it caught your attention. Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the wall size screen that began to play.

Lovey dovey music began to play and your stomach threaten to retaliate. Images of the two that came out of no where play out in front of them. Steve held Peggy in his arms. Who the hell where you kidding? You could never compete with a knock out like her. The movie was over quickly that you almost believe you image it. But what came next crush that idea.

“Let hear for these guys!”Tony got the crowed of people rallied up. Everyone was standing and cheering but you. Your heart was crushing leaving you frozen to the chair.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowed of people started chanting. The scene left you speechless and yet you still watched them as the both lean in for a kiss. A small innocent kiss.

One one thousand

two one thousand

three one thousand

Four one thousand

Five one thousand.

You sat and watch as a friend peck become the monster of lust as it should have been all that time ago. The people roared in happiness as you heard and felt nothing. You tore your eyes away from them. The landed on a certain grey blue that happen to looking right at you.

“Help.” You mouth to him.

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comfortscripts · 7 years

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Jealousy looks hot on you - Pietro Maximoff

Plot - Pietro gets jealous of Steve because he is making the reader laugh and the reader reassures him that she loves him

Warnings - None, besides shitty writing (Sorry)

It was a normal day at the Avengers tower, you were sitting in the library with Steve; he was telling you stories of what it was like in the 40s, some were funny, some were sad and some made you happy but this particular story was hilarious.

“Wait wait, so you’re meaning to tell me that Bucky once made you jump into a lake so he could save you?” You manage to say between you’re giggles.

“Yup and all to impress a girl with his ‘heroic actions’,” Steve told you giving a hearty laugh at the memory of his old friend. “It didn’t even work, I ended up nearly drowning and Buck didn’t get the girl but he didn’t get a big ol’ punch from the girl’s husband”

This sent you into another fit of giggles, it was at this point that a certain person decided to come walking in on this giggle fest. Your boyfriend of many months, Pietro Maximoff.

“Hey babe, what’s so funny” Pietro asked taking a seat next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Steve was just telling me this story about him and Bucky when they were younger, it was so funny” You say, recovering from your giggling fit.

Pietro did not like the fact that another man was making the love of his life laugh like this, that’s his job. And he didn’t like the fact that it was Steve either, he liked Steve but not around you. He would never ever admit this but he was jealous of Steve. He has a good body but Steve is a super solider with an enhanced body; he has done bad things in the past and Steve has been like a god, Steve never did anything wrong. Pietro was scared that one day you would realise that Steve is better than he could ever be.

His face turn from happy and light to sad with a hint of anger, he didn’t realise this but you sure as hell did. “Pietro, are you okay love?” You almost whispered, Pietro was always happy and cocky but this isn’t normal and it worried you.

“I’m fine Princessa, I’m going to go take a nap now though so I’ll see you later” As soon as he said that he sped off to your shared room, leaving you without a chance to reply.

“Well that was weird, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Pietro tired” Steve says breaking the silence that entered when Pietro left.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about,” You said, “Sorry but I shou-.“

“Go on, bring the ‘normal’ Pietro” Steve told you with a smile. You let out a sigh of relief before quickly saying a thank you and heading to find that boyfriend of yours.

When you opened the door, you saw you Pietro curled up on bed taking up barely any room.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You say lying next to him, you place your hand on his bicep in a subtle attempt for him to turn over so you could face him.

“Nothing, I’m tired. Now go back to Steve.” He whispered with the hint of anger that made you realise why he was suddenly ‘tired’.

A small smirk found its way onto your face at this. “You’re jealous,” You said in a subtly teasing manner.

This caused a reaction, Pietro instantly spun his body so he was facing you, you could see his beautiful face that was plagued by a frown, his eyes that were normally light blue had now turned to an almost stormy grey.

“I am not jealous, what do I even have to be jealous of.” He said with such a conviction that you almost believed him. Almost.

‘This boy, even if I love him, he is the most frustrating person you have ever met.’ You thought as your face contorted into a half frown. ‘Well if he isn’t gonna admit it on his own free will, I’m gonna make him.’

“Aww that’s too bad, I mean jealousy looks hot on you but as you’re not jealous then there goes the hotness as well.” You say with a teasing tone, you smile at him and slowly get up only to have your waist grabbed and you were suddenly pulled into the familiar embrace that still sent butterflies to your stomach.

“I was maybe a little jealous okay?” He breathes into your neck, trying to be as quiet as if though anyone one heard him, he would lose all masculinity. “I just don’t want you to realise that I’m not good enough for you, I’m not a super solider, I didn’t stop a world war, I don’t have that whole ‘Good boy next door’ thing. I’m just me and ‘just me’ will never be good enough for someone as amazing as y-.”

Before he could even finish his mini, depressing rant. You cut him off with a kiss, not a one of your normal kisses that were quick and fiery but this one, this was filled with love. You kissed the lips you have kissed a million times and yet it felt like the first time you had ever made contact with them. His lips fit so well, it was like a puzzle had finally found that piece it had been looking for. His hands ran through your hair whilst you held his face tenderly, which you knew comforted him.

You slowly pulled away never wanting to leave this sweet intoxicating kiss. But you had to say this.

“You mine and I’m yours. You are always enough, sometimes you are more than expected. I love YOU, no one else.”

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captialrogers · 6 years

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Burdens on this Chest Masterlist

Summary: Pietro is alive and he remembers everything about his death. He can’t seem to confide in anyone until [Y/N] comes along and pulls him from the darkness.

Genre: Angst, Slow-burn Romance

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Talks of death. Post Age of Ultron AU. Anxiety. Depression. Slow-burn.

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[Updated: 8th June 2018]

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Tease - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, kinda rough sex, sub!Peter, mommy kink, masturbation, teasing

A/n: eh, my smut writing is sloppy but I'm going to post it anyways.

You and Peter sat in the study, listening to Hank speak to you and some of your teammates about upcoming training.

You sat on his leg in the back of the room, softly smiling when you felt your boyfriend gently wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close against his chest.

Peter had a mischievous smirk on his face as he started making his leg vibrate. Just enough so no one could see, but you could still feel it.

The powerful vibrations sped against your cunt, catching you off guard, making your head swing around and look at him. Knowing exactly what he was trying to do, "Don't you dare, Maximoff...”

Peter looked off towards the group with a cocky smirk, completely disregarding you.

Your body tingled and warm wetness built between your thighs once the vibration became faster and more powerful. You groaned, struggling to keep yourself together from anyone noticing.

“Please-” You deeply sighed, feeling your legs tremble. Just praying for Hank to let everyone finally go.

“Not yet,” Peter whispered in your ear. The sight of you becoming this way made his cock start to tent against your thigh.

Only a few seconds later, you finally heard Hank tell the group that they could leave, and before he could say anything else, you and Peter were the first ones gone and sped to your shared bedroom.

Without a beat, you pushed Peter back against the bed and pulled your shirt over your head. “God, your such a fucking tease.” You groaned, watching him give a cheeky grin, “You love it.”

You smirked, thinking of the perfect punishment for his careless behavior.

You stripped nude and stepped over to your side drawer, pulling out a clitoral vibrator. Peter’s smile instantly faded, watching you crawl up the bed and lay back against the pillows, not showing him any attention. “W-What are you doing?”

“Bad boys don't get to touch or play.” You said, widely spreading your thighs open. Giving Peter a full view as you turned the vibrator on and ran it across your inner thigh. Putting it on the highest possible speed before positioning it directly on your clitoris.

"Mommy?" Peter watched, wishing he was that vibrator.

Every moan and whine made him grow needier and hornier, bringing him to push himself harder against the mattress, struggling to get some friction on his hardened cock. “Please mommy- I won't tease you like that anymore.”

Ignoring him, you tossed your head back against the pillows, drowning his voice away with your pleasuring moans, allowing the massaging waves to pulse through you.

Peter grew impatient. He couldn't bear watching you use a vibrator. He was your vibrator!

“Please- let me show you.”

“I-I promise I'll be a good boy- I’ll be a good boy.”

You glazed down at him, “You promise?”

“Yes.” He immediately answered.

You shut the toy off as Peter sped his pants and boxers off, quickly crawling on top of you.

He placed his tip to your entrance and thrust himself in your wet cunt, making himself rapidly vibrate against your walls.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling all the breath leave your body, and your aching thighs shake beneath him.

“Am I a g-good boy m-mommy?” Peter asked between his vibrating thrusts, repeatedly hitting your G-spot.

“Y-Y-Yes!” You gasped, gripping the bed sheets before feeling the tension quickly snap. He gave one last powerful thrust around your clenching walls, emptying himself inside of you.

Peter slowly pulled out and dropped beside you on the bed. The two of you trying to catch your breaths.

“I-I’m sorry I teased you.” He looked at you, watching a small smile cross your face. "It's okay, baby." You sweetly said, watching him wrap his arm around your waist. “But, I don't think I'm done with you just yet.” A sly smirk spread across your face, hearing him loudly gulp, knowing that he was going to have a long night ahead of him.

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thepurplebutterflythings · 5 years

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Like, Like - Peter Maximoff

Gif: Unknown from Tenor

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x (f)Reader

Summary: Living next to Peter Maximoff was eventful.

Warnings: Makeout.

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Living next door to Peter Maximoff was, as you can imagine, eventful and most of the time it was constantly filled with the sound of Police Sirens coming and going, it had gotten to the point where you learn to phase it out, like a stain on a rug or a crackling radio, and when it’s gone, you notice it, and I mean a lot.

Two days and not a single siren had filled the air, I noticed it because it was normally what woke me up in the morning, my Mum and Dad noticed it because of the slight perkier attitude of the neighbours, no one admitted it but they were glad Peter hadn’t caused a problem, which saddened me slightly, Peter and I grew up on the same street, I mean we weren’t friends but we knew of each other when Stacy from two streets over tried to trip me into a muddy puddle, Peter got there first and caught me, when Peter lost his house key I let him use my bedroom window to climb over to his roof and wiggle in through the bathroom window his Mother always forgot to close.

I knew he was a Mutant and he knew I was painfully shy, too be fair both of those weren’t exactly secrets, they were badly kept ones, almost everyone knew Peter was a Mutant (his hair was what really set it off) and the fact I could never look above a person’s chin told everyone I hated social situations, but Peter was the worst at keeping his Mutation a secret, the front step of his house was worn down and he would randomly appear in places he shouldn’t be with a cocky grin and a wink, his handsome grin… okay maybe I had developed a crush on the fast mutant, and the fact I hadn’t seen him for two days was starting to Worry me, What Trouble had he gotten himself into now?

While Mum and Dad were at work I was working on a paper for class, while at University my Parents insisted I stayed at home when the phone started to ring, I frowned and walked over to it, the ID was for The Maximoff’s next door, I answered it regardless.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Y/N? It’s Peter’s Mum” Ms Maximoff told me.

“Hello, Ms Maximoff,” I said softly “Mum and Dad are out.”

“I know,” she said quickly “I was hoping you’d watch Wanda for a little while, I have to go to Work for a while.”

“What about Peter?” I asked her, part of me hoping that the burning question in my mind about where he was would be answered.

“Peter is… busy” she told me. I knew she meant committing some crime or another.

“Oh, okay” I whispered “Bring her round mine whenever, I’ll make her Dinner too.”

“Are you sure Y/N? You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine, I love Wanda” I insisted, it wasn’t the first time I looked after the young Maximoff girl, and I doubt it’d be the last, Wanda was a bubbly girl who always had a princess dress on over grubby jeans and a top which had a hole on the sleeve cuff, like she couldn’t settle on being a Girly girl or a tomboy so she fused them together.

“Thank you Y/N” she sounded relieved.

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Wanda brought a drawing book and crayons round with her which were scrawled over the coffee table as she focused on her picture, tongue peaking between her lips with focus, while I sat on the floor next to her writing.

“Y/N!” Wanda perked up and looked at me.

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.

“Writing,” I tell her “for class” she shrivelled her nose and frowned.

“That sounds boring” she concluded.

“It is” I chuckled “what are drawing?” I asked her, she grinned and lifted up her drawing, it was of two people, one with silver hair, obviously Peter, and the other with Y/H/C hair.

“You and Peter!” she told me.

“Aw, that’s nice Wanda” I congratulated her.

“Thank you!”

“Why me and Peter?” I frowned in confusion, Peter hadn’t spoken to me in ages.

“Don’t you like my brother?” she frowned

“He’s a nice person, Wanda,” I tell her honestly “I just haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

“All Peter talks about is you,” Wanda told me in her childish way, returning to the drawing “he calls you pretty and smart.”

“Does he?” I asked curiously, Wanda was too young to know not to blag about her elder brother’s private thoughts.

“Yes” she nodded, “he thinks you have lovely eyes and a pretty smile.”

“And why doesn’t he tell me this?” I smiled.

“He told Mum that you are… ‘Out of his league’” Wanda quoted, I laughed and smiled “Peter Like, likes you.”

“That surprises me,” I said quietly “he never seemed to.”

“He’s scared,” Wanda said airily as she drew little pink hearts around me and Peter in her drawing “you scare him… in a good way.” She added quickly, she placed her crayons down and looked at me “Y/N…”

“Yes, Wanda?”

“Do you like Peter?” she asked me tilting her head to the side curiously.

“Peter is a very nice person Wanda, very sweet” I nodded and smiled.

“But do you like, like Peter?” she whined. I sighed and blushed, looking at the young girl, I leant in and smiled.

“I do” I nodded, Wanda squealed with happiness “but Wanda” I said “you have to promise to not tell anyone,” I told her.

“Promise, pinkie promise” she nodded furiously offering her little finger, I smiled and wrapped mine around hers ever-so-gently. Her little finger was so small compared to mine, so delicate.

“Thank you, Wanda.”

“Y/N, why can’t Peter know?” Wanda asked me. I paused and thought.

“Because Like Liking someone is a very big deal” I explained “and I have to think about whether I should tell Peter if I Like, like him” Wanda listened intently and nodded slowly.

“Okay” she smiled before sliding the drawing next to me “You can keep it!” Wanda told me, I smiled and lifted the picture up, it was quite Endearing, Me and Peter standing in a field surrounded by flowers with pink hearts around us as we held hands. I was touched and placed the drawing into my notepad.

“Thank you, Wanda,” I tell her as I press a kiss onto her forehead.

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It was about 11 at night and Mum and Dad were already asleep, however, I was engaged with a copy of The Great Gatsby.

“Hey…” a voice came through my window, I screamed a little and turned to look at the person, a smirking Peter Maximoff was crouching at my window, sniggering at my reaction. I huffed and walked over, opening the window and leaning my hands against the window seal.

“What the hell Peter?!” I hissed “it’s like you want my mum and dad walk into the room” Peter just laughed and gently moved me out the way as he climbed into my room.

“Nice P.J’s” he chuckled as he shoved his hands into his silver leather jeans and smirking.

“Peter” I sighed, folding my arms over my chest “why are you here?” I asked him, my mind was filled with so many questions. “Where have you been? What happened? Tell me!” I practically begged him to tell me what had been happening around him.

“One question at a time Y/N/N” Peter laughed as he strolled around my room, gently knocking the dream catcher I had dangling over my desk and flicking through my notepads and various books. His speedy mutation often left Peter with an easily distracted mind and a curious nature which was never satisfied, I often admired it.

“Where have you been?” I sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed, enclosing my hands together and observing Peter as he nosed around my room. He had never entered my room before, the furthest he’d gotten was the bathroom at the other end of the hall, which led to Peter’s roof.

“Out, busy, working with people” Peter shrugged.

“Was it legal?” I pondered, carefully skating around the topic of whether or not I would end up harbouring a fugitive under my bed.

“Not entirely” he confessed “but I’m good at what I do, so don’t worry” Peter leant against my door, that charming grin danced over his lips as his eyes were filled with a certain twinkle as if he had an idea which he was tempted to act upon. I felt my shoulders roll back and my eye level remained on Peter’s clunky boots.

“What would make you think I worry?” I questioned, leaning forward a little as he ran his tongue between his pearl white teeth, Peter pulled a folded piece of paper out and gradually unfolded it to reveal a child’s drawing, Wanda’s drawing of me and Peter.

“How long have you had this?” he grinned, winking at me “My the likeness is uncanny” Peter teased. I didn’t shy away, I merely smiled, confusing him.

“Wanda drew it” I informed him, the new information caused Peter’s eyes to flicker in fear for a second, his little sister drew Peter and myself surrounded by Love Hearts, he knew that she had let something slip to me “so I have lovely eyes and a pretty smile then?”

“Oh god” Peter groaned and placed the drawing down upon my desk before running his hands through his silver hair.

“How the tables have turned” I giggled a little, Peter had seen that picture and attempted to tease me about it, assuming I would have drawn that when I was a little girl, with a huge crush upon him, turns out it was the other way around, Peter had a crush on me and I knew about it.

“Let me explain,” Peter said quickly, pleading for me to listen as I smiled and shook my head.

“I like you too Peter” I whispered, my statement caught him off guard as he paused for a second and looked at me, his mouth hung open in shock as he was, for once, still, not moving, not tempting to run anywhere or to fidget, he was just there.

“Yo-you like m-me?” Peter stuttered, gesturing with a shaking hand between me and himself, I just smiled and nodded, he laughed and smiled in disbelief as he gingerly stepped over to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as I watched him being slow. Being slow was so unlike Peter, which startled me.

“I want to savour this moment,” he said softly, Peter had reached me and tenderly stroked my cheek, smiling at me gently as he stood over me, carefully leaning down to my level, closer to my face, our noses were just touching.

“W-why?” I frowned a little as we listened to each other’s breathing.

“You ask a lot of questions” he chuckled as he closed the distance between us.

His lips were soft and gentle, Peter Maximoff, the guy known for speed, was taking his time and kissing slow, he tenderly trailed his tongue over my bottom lip and I eagerly granted him access and wrapped my arms around his neck. Peter placed his large hands on my waist and leant closer towards me, I started to feel a slight push on me as I started to lean back into my bed, Peter clambered on top of me, taking one of my hands and linking his fingers into mine, placing It next to my head, I started to tighten my grip on his hand and trailed my other hand over him until it reached his waist, pulling him closer to him. His lips tasted sweet, like sugar, possibly from one of the many sweet he often indulged in, and the smell of Peter’s shower gel filled my nose, it was minty and strong and smelt like him, like Peter. The kiss was so addictive, something I could spend hours doing and never grow tired of, like lemonade on a summer’s day, or chestnuts over an open fire on Christmas, or a favourite novel which you could read over and over again. Peter pulled back for a second, far enough for him to admire me, smiling happily and brushing his hand through my hair, he opened his mouth to speak but before he could my door started to open, Peter looked at it and then used his speed to hide behind the open door, my Father appeared there, looking at me and smiling, completely unaware of the boy hiding behind my bedroom door, waiting for him to leave so a kiss to resume.

“Hello Dad,” I said quietly.

“Hey Pumpkin” Dad grinned “Came to wish you good night.”

“Night Daddy” I quickly jumped to my feet and moved over to the door.

Dad would come into my room if I didn’t and that would lead to Peter being caught, the troublesome boy next door hiding behind my bedroom door, my lip balm on his lips, that would lead to Peter being thrown out and the neighbours hearing my father yelling at him to ‘Stay the hell away from my daughter, you Mutant’ and the anger from Mrs Maximoff as she said my father was too old-fashioned, she’d defend her mutant kleptomaniac son till her dying breath. Dad gently pressed a kiss to my forehead and patted my hair, thankfully Peter hadn’t messed it up too much, and it only looked as if I hadn’t brushed it after a shower and not like I had been making out with the boy who snuck into my room.

“Night Pumpkin,” he said gently as he stepped away and went to find his room with Mum. When he was out of sight, I closed my door and Peter lounged against my wall, grinning at me.

“Hey Pumpkin” Peter winked at me, I laughed and playfully smacked his chest, he held his arms up in surrender before wrapping them around my waist and pushing me lightly against my door “sorry Babydoll” he smirked as he leant in to kiss me again. This time it wasn’t as slow, it was a little more heated as he pressed himself against my body and dragged his lips down to my neck and fervently trailed kisses along my collar bone.

“Peter…” I whispered.

“Yeah Baby?” he purred, reluctantly lifting his head so to look at me.

“I have class early in the morning” I sighed as he linked his hands into mine, pressing kisses onto my fingers.

“In other words ‘go away’?” he questioned.

“No,” I shook my head, “I want to keep doing this,” I lean to kiss him again, but Peter pulled away with a smile.

“Me too, but you have an early class,” Peter reminded you with a teasing kiss.

“We can meet up after I finish my classes,” I tell him “Mum and Dad never expect me home right away.”

“We can go to my basement” Peter offered “Wanda’s round her friend’s and Mum’s working late.”

“Perfect” I whispered as I kissed him one last time before Peter stepped back, biting his lip and looking at me before heading back to the window.

“Just like you” Peter winked before climbing out of the window and letting me close it behind him with the fluttering excitement in my chest from the anticipation for tomorrow.

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