#and i ask you when one of the pair is a speedster and the other is invulnerable what else am i *supposed* to do

[hijinxinprogress]

I need Billy thinking he’s so great at hiding things (and he is) no one knows he’s like fucking eight but they are pretty sure he hates like half the league

Like I need Billy getting along with everyone but he’s kinda stiff around flash and Batman but it’s get worse after most of them have revealed their secret ids and the jls so confused

Billy 100% thought Batman had all these fucking gadgets bc he was like some high up government official and then he found out no Batman’s just some rich guy and he’s like god no why is that worse

Batman just doesn’t care (he does 💀 he’s so fucking offended esp bc Marvel used to call him Mr. Batman sir but also bc he thought it’d be easier to get marvels secret id and weaknesses) as long as it doesn’t affect missions but Flash is kinda concerned bc ‘I’m pretty nice to him…does he think I don’t like him?? Did I offend him?? Do speedsters like set off the magic balance or whatever??’ 

They decide to pair up flash, Batman, and Captain Marvel to make sure their issues won’t affect team cohesion so after they’re done rescuing these kids that got involved in some supervillains masterplan Batman and flash are doing the usual spiel of ‘the laws exist for a reason,’ ‘you can trust the police’ and ‘there’s no good reason to turn to crime’

These kids want nothing to do with that shit and they’re trying to edge away while making excuses ‘thank you sm!! But no this is so safe, I know this area so well! We can get home ourselves!’ as soon as Batman starts asking about their parents so captain marvel just grabs Batman and flash and starts flying in the opposite direction ‘do you see that?? No guys seriously look at this cool thing!!’ and Batman’s growling about ‘childish to a degree that’s entirely unprofessional’ and ‘needlessly endangering civilians, civilian children at that-!’ and flash is trying to mediate but batman is shoving documents in his face ‘They were runaways, they don’t have anywhere to go and now they’re on a hitlist’ the ‘you fucking imbecile’ goes unsaid but they all hear it so marvel takes them back to villains lair and grabs a henchman at random and goes ‘This guys a cop…you can check that with your fancy equipment, right??’ and batman checks solely to prove him wrong but that guy is a cop and so are about 60% of the henchmen they took out then marvel goes ‘So they wouldn’t have been safe even if you took them to a hospital or child services’

Before the id reveals there’s a mission where the police are involved and flash mentions something about police protocol and marvel is so concerned bc ‘you’re still undercover? How long have you been under cover dude??’ and flash is confused bc ‘you know I’m not undercover right?? That is my actual real life day job’ and no one believes him when he says marvel shot him the most disgusted look you can imagine and edged away from him 

Batman tries to hold a meeting to address how marvel deals with the police and it goes no where bc marvel is fucking menace and goes ‘don’t you do that too?? And technically I’m also a vigilante sooo’ and batman is scrambling to get the jls attention back like ‘marvel hits cops 62% percent harder than other criminals and is 43% less friendly when interacting with the police in any capacity’ but they don’t care bc they want to know why marvel considers himself a vigilante 

They start letting Marvel be the one to approach children and notice that he’s advising them on how to make food last longer and maintain good hygiene while taking care of themselves and a jl members like hey wtf?? and Marvel says some bullshit about how ‘he’s lived many lives and not all of them were charmed’ and it gets back to cyborg who starts a rumor that he was dracula bc he can’t believe marvel had the balls to look WW in the eyes and lie to her fucking face

#billy batson #dc captain marvel #batman #dc flash #bruce wayne #barry allen #justice league #dc comics #green arrow like pulls marvel aside and is like ‘we’re cool though right??’ and Billy just kinda goes ‘😬 …eat the rich’ #yj calls billy tim’s apprentice bc he lies to wonderwoman and tim lies to batman #billy and vic being friends is so fucking funny to me like yeah this is my all knowing godlike friend who’s sometimes a baby #ACAB!billy batson

[angelltheninth]

Can I ask for Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, and Clark Kent waking up to realise he's resting on their crush's lap?

The good old head in lap trope, I love it.

Pairing: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Clark Kent x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, forehead kisses, blushing, domestic fluff, overworking

A/N: I hope you find someone with amazing thighs who will let you do this with them.

JASON

Despite his cool and flirty exterior Jason isn't very used to soft physical affection like this. He was just talking to you, how long had he been asleep, why didn't you wake him up? To say that his face was as red as his Bat symbol would be an understatement. He tried not to let his flustered nature show and sought to even things out by tackling you onto the couch and attacking you with kisses. Don't make fun of him now, he's still got plenty of bite.

DICK

He wanted to be the one cuddling you only for it to end up the other way around as his eyes slipped shut under the tiredness and stress of patrols. More then any Robin he was the one who always wanted to set an example so to let overwork get to him was a little embarrassing. He felt lucky that the one who found him was you, and even more lucky that your lap could be his pillow. No wonder he got such a good rest. Now how about a kiss to wake him up properly?

WALLY

What woke Wally up was the feeling of your lips against his forehead, such a warm sensation that spread through his body and almost made him vibrate. He might be a speedster but he loves taking it easy like this, in your company, in your lap, looking at your pretty face, kissing you and letting all of his worries melt away with every soft touch. There might be things that he still needs to get done for the day but currently he wants to cuddle with you, the rest can wait.

CLARK

You and Clark were already cuddling when he started dozing off, his head falling into your lap and his arms holding you close. There was no way you could move, even if you wanted to, his grip was firm. Even in his sleep he wasn't gonna lose his favorite person. It was a habit he always had, to have you as close as he could. That way even even he woke up he could still feel like he was dreaming, no, seeing your face, it was better then a dream actually.

#dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dc imagine #dc comics imagine #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #wally west x reader #clark kent x reader #x reader #dc comics fluff #titans x reader #titans imagine #titans headcanons #titans fluff

[ijhyo]

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

TAGLIST. @pr0dbeomgyu @xiaoting999 @yyx2 @soobin-choi @4junmain @tsupuffs @yjwfav @mykalon @junityy @iyeonjuni @fairybinie @fallingforhoon @hanlvkes @soobisms (send an ask to be added)

In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu reactions #beomgyu scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt angst #🖇️ — ijhyo works.

[maximoffwitch]

What’s a MILF?

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none

summary: Wanda gets called a MILF, which should be flattering, but does she know what it means?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: think of this story as a bday gift to both myself and to you guys!! hope you enjoy it :)) also this was inspired by this lovely swan queen fic! 

“Your guys’s mom is so hot,” Wanda heard one of the twins’ friends say, as she approached the living room, a plate of snacks in hand. Stopping in her path, she hid against the wall and waited to see how the conversation would play out.

“Justin, dude, gross,” Tommy grimaced, and Wanda could only imagine the disgusted look on both her boys’ faces, “that’s my mom.”

“Sorry,” Justin chuckled, not sounding apologetic at all.

“If you think Mrs. Maximoff’s hot, you should see their other mom,” their other friend, Daniel, interjected.

“Yeah, but Mrs. Maximoff is a total MILF,” Justin said, earning a collective groan from the twins. Outside in the hall, Wanda frowned, her brows scrunching at the unfamiliar term. What is a MILF?

“Can we please stop talking about my moms?” Billy whined, his brother eagerly nodding along.

“Fine,” Daniel relented with a slight eye roll and an amused grin.

Wanda took that as her cue to enter the room, plastering a wide smile on her face, “Boys, I brought some snacks for you.”

“Thanks, mom,” the twins cheered, earning a kiss atop each of their heads.

“Thanks, Mrs. Maximoff,” Justin and Daniel echoed, smiling innocently as if they weren’t just talking about how “hot” she was.

“Your welcome,” Wanda placed the plate down on the coffee table. “And boys, please remember to clean your rooms and finish your homework by the time your mother gets home.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed before the group of boys returned to whatever video game they were playing.

With that, Wanda left them to their devices and went back to preparing dinner.

After Justin and Daniel had left, the twins moved to the kitchen counter where they usually did their homework, so they could keep their mom company.

After about twenty minutes, Billy finished his work and leaned up on the counter. “You need any help, mom?”

“No, I’m alright,” Wanda smiled sweetly at her son. “Thank you for asking though. Did you finish all your work?”

Billy nodded, and before his mother could even ask, he told her, “And my room is all clean too.”

“Wonderful, dear,” she leaned across the counter to press a kiss to his forehead, before addressing her other son, “How’s the math coming along, Tommy?”

“I’m almost done,” he answered, his eyes still glued to his paper.

“Well if you need any help, just ask your brother or your mom when she gets home.”

“Not you?” Tommy tilted his head, his expression innocent, but the teasing glint in his eye betrayed him.

“Your mother is much better at math than I am, mister,” Wanda chuckled, as she stirred the stroganoff.

“Speaking of mothers,” she trailed off, contemplating how to ask her sons about what she’d overheard earlier, “what is a MILF?”

Caught off guard by their mom’s question, Tommy dropped his pencil and Billy choked on thin air.

“Where did you hear that?” the young speedster asked.

Wanda felt a slight flush take over her cheeks, as she bit her lip bashfully. “I overheard Justin say it when you guys were hanging out earlier.”

The two boys glanced at each other, as they exchanged a wordless conversation, one that did not go unnoticed by their mother.

“It’s an acronym,” Tommy began to explain, still stealing nervous glances at his brother for backup. Wanda waited patiently, wanting to know what her sons’ friends were calling her.

“Well, what does it stand for?” she looked at her boys expectantly.

“Mother…” Tommy hesitated, frantically looking between Wanda and Billy.

“In late forties,” Billy supplied, sensing his brother was struggling to come up with something.

Wanda was taken aback, as she stood up straight. Did she really look like she was in her forties, let alone her late forties? Before she could question them any further, your voice rang out through the house.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called out, slipping off your shoes and hanging up your coat. “Are the boys home?”

“Mom,” “Ma,” Tommy and Billy both cheered, hopping off of the kitchen stools, desperate to flee the conversation they’d been having with Wanda, and also to see you.

Wanda sighed, still agitated by the fact that her sons’ friends thought she looked a decade older than she was. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw you appear in the doorway, the boys flanking your side.

“Hello, my love,” you greeted, gently grabbing Wanda’s waist, pulling her into your body, and kissing her tenderly.

“Hi,” she beamed, always happy to see her wife. “How was training?”

While Wanda was taking a break from being an Avenger, only being called in on an emergency basis, you had volunteered to train the up and coming agents, as Fury was trying to rebuild SHIELD.  

“It was alright,” you shrugged, moving to grab plates for dinner. “The team’s agreed to help some. Today, Nat tried to show them how to do her signature scissor-leg-thigh-take-down move. Key word: tried.”

Wanda giggled at the thought of her best friend trying to teach mid-level agents a move only meant for trained assassins.

“Did she do it on you?” Wanda asked, knowing all too well what the answer was.

“Yes, maybe,” you mumbled, throwing a light glare at your wife, which earned a chuckle from her and snickers from the twins. Turning to your sons, you raised a challenging eyebrow, “Boys, could you please set the table while your mother and I finish dinner?”

“Yes, ma,” they both grumbled, grabbing the plates and utensils from the counter where’d you set them out.

“That was mean,” Wanda joked, pulling you closer by your belt loops.

“They need to earn their keep around her,” you played along, as you kissed the corner of her mouth. “Now, come on,” you playfully smacked her behind before turning around and grabbing the pot on the stove, “your stroganoff smells delicious.”

Wanda could only shake her head at your antics, the thoughts of being called a mother in her late forties, nearly out of her mind. Nearly.

That night, after dinner and after the boys had gone to bed, you stepped out of the bathroom, using a towel to dry your hair, and frowned at the sight before you.

“What’s wrong?” you set the towel down and approached your wife, who was standing in front of the floor mirror with a displeased look on her face.

“Nothing,” she sighed, as you wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your chin on her shoulder.

“Wands,” you softly kissed her neck, tracing circles on the skin under her night shirt, “we’ve been married for over a decade. I know that look. Talk to me.”

“Do I look old to you?” Wanda turned around to face you, causing your arms to fall to your side.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. That was not on the list of possible things you expected to come out of Wanda’s mouth.

“What? Is this a trick question?” you squinted, eyeing your wife suspiciously.

“(Y/N),” Wanda whined and stomped her foot almost petulantly. “I’m being serious. Do I look old?”

“No, Wanda, you do not look old,” you said earnestly, as you rubbed her biceps in an attempt to comfort her. “And besides, even if you looked a hundred years old, you’d still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at your cheesiness but still let herself be pulled into your embrace.

“Now, you wanna tell me what brought this on?” you cupped her face and tenderly brushed her cheek with your thumb.

“The boys had some friends over today,” Wanda started, frustration beginning to bubble in her chest, “and Justin called me a MILF.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the laugh that was about to escape but to no avail as a wide smile broke out across your face.

“What? What’s so funny?” Wanda furrowed her brows at you, confused by your reaction.

“He’s not wrong, babe” you smirked, reaching out for your wife, who stepped out of reach, looking offended.

“Excuse me?” she glared at you and did her signature head tilt, effectively wiping your smirk right off your face. “You said I didn’t look old.”

“Hold on, hold on,” you shook your head and tried to back track, sensing there was some miscommunication going on, “what do you think MILF stands for?”

“Tommy and Billy told me it means ‘mother in late forties,’” Wanda exasperated, her hands on her hips now. “I am not in my late forties!”

“Wands,” you hesitantly stepped towards your vehement wife, trying to soothe her qualms, “I know you’re not in your late forties and nor do you look it.”

“Then why did you say Justin was right?” Wanda sneered, her anger and confusing blending into frustration.

“Because MILF doesn’t mean ‘mother in late forties,’ my love,” you explained, as you smoothed the wrinkles in her forehead.

“Then what does it mean?” Wanda tilted her head, this time in pure confusion.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I really wanna know,” she huffed impatiently.

“It means Mother I’d Like to Fuck,” you revealed, bracing yourself for Wanda’s reaction.

The witch’s eyes widened, as she gaped at the revelation. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded, an amused smirk reappearing on your lips, as you wrapped your arms around your wife’s waist, Wanda too stunned to protest.

“I cannot believe a twelve year old boy called me that,” she scoffed, almost offended. “What a little—”

“Hey,” you cut her off, as you nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck. “Don’t worry about him.”

You kissed Wanda’s soft skin, biting and sucking up her neck till you reached behind her ear.

“Let me show you,” you husked, pulling the soft skin between your teeth, earning a moan from your wife, “how much of a MILF you are.”

And to that, Wanda had no objections.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #marvel imagine #my writing

[gatorbites-imagines]

Heyy!! I see your requests are opened again!

What if Kon was dating a masc reader who also has smell being a big part of their culture?

Like they are both scenting eachother and cuddling, Reader getting jealous if Kon smells a little too much like someone else.

And unlike with kyrtontians, humans can hear the reader purr.

Conner Kent/Kon-El x male reader

Headcanons

You are from an alien species, something that was connected to krypton one way or another thousands of years ago, leading you to sharing some similarities to Conner and other kryptonians.

Things like scent, marking and touch was important for both of your cultures, though for Conner it was more of an instinctual thing than for you, where it was rather something taught in most ways.

After the two of you started dating, you both also learned you had a similar organ in your throats that allowed you to purr, except the one you possessed had an extra muscle that made it possible for most beings to hear when you purred.

This meant of course you had to work on not purring at the wrong times, unlike Conner who could purr whenever he wanted since the only ones that could hear him were other kryptonians and yourself.

Conner would tease you by purring at you, which on instinct would make you purr at him in return, since you two care for one another in that instinctual way. He always ends up snickering when you give him the most unamused look when he does this.

You two are regularly found cuddling, be it on the couch, in the kitchen or even when there’s small breaks during training. You both end up subconsciously scenting one another without truly realizing.

It just feels right, so its only when someone asks what you two are up too, that you two realize you’ve been rubbing your chins on the others shoulders and scenting the other. Your both a little flustered about that in the beginning, until you both come to the conclusion that its equally important for both of you.

So after that you two just continue cuddling and scenting one another, though you are both conscious about it now and try to only do it when it wont get in the way of other people in some way.

The cuddling you two always results in the both of you purring, but since you are the only one people can hear, you tend to be the one your friend’s tease. Of course they don’t mean it maliciously, they find you two adorable together, like a pair of big cuddly cats.

There has even been times when you have been in a horrible mood, so Wally wanted to try out a theory of his. The speedster walked up to you where you were sitting and brooding, and showed you a video he had taken of Conner the day before.

You started purring out loud when you saw the video, your mood getting better at seeing your lover, even if it was just a video. Wally will find it hilarious and will never let you live it down.

The importance of scent has also lead to some issues, mainly you both getting jealous on an instinctual level when the other smells too strongly of other people.

This is resulted in you hugging Conner from behind when he’s talking to one of your friends and rubbing your neck and face all over his shoulders and upper back to get your scent to be the dominating one on him.

But Conner is just as bad, having crawled into your lap and rubbed himself up against you to get his scent on you, when your just sitting on your teams couch and hanging out with the other.

Your friends and teammates have gotten so used to you two acting like this though that they don’t react much, when either of you do this. They probably use your possessive streak in a way to tease you and prank you.

They have taken so many videos and pictures over the years of You and Conner cuddling and purring that it’s become kind of an inside joke in your friend group, and at times youll drag your friends into the cuddle pile, but for the most part its just you and Conner.

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[marvelfanfics1]

Oo oo mommy Wanda x little!reader takin little to the waterpark!! Or beach or swimmin pool! An maybe teachin dem how to swims?

m cants swim 🥹

tans m hab 🌺 if it's not takin pease? if it is den 💐 pease

Fank oo!!

Beach Day

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, uncle Pietro is also there!, wanda teaches reader how to swim, some angst?, praise, fluff

A/n: You can have this one 💐 sweet anon!

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"Don't you want to go for a little swim, baby? It's really warm." your Mommy asked while grabbing a towel and sitting down next to you on your Bluey towel.

"Nu-uh, wanna build castle," you said and put more sand into your bucket. You had a pretty beach toy set that Uncle Pietro gifted you after Tony announced that the team will go on a vacation together.

Wanda nodded and kissed your cheek, a few water droplets dripping from her chin onto your shoulder, making you shiver.

After some more sand castle building, you looked up to see how much fun the others were having. Peter was on Thor's shoulders, shouting happily while trying to throw Natasha off of Clint.

Wanda had watched you for a while and noticed the tiny frown on your face. She sat up and grabbed your chin between her fingers, gently turning you to face her.

"Why don't you want to go into the water?" she asked, taking off her sunglasses to keep eye contact. "Be honest, detka"

You mumbled something she couldn't understand so she made you say it again but louder. "I can't swim mommy..."

The way you lowered your head in embarrassment made the Witch go all soft in a matter of seconds.

"Oh baby, it's okay. I'm so proud of you for telling me" she praised and opened her arms for you to climb in, petting your head and Wanda can feel how hot your skin is against hers.

She pulls a bit away to look at you again before asking. "You want me to teach you how to swim?"

"Mhm! But you will pwotect me, right?! I no wanna drown mommy!" you rambled down, clinging onto Wanda for dear life.

The redhead had to chuckle a little, of course she was going to protect you. She would never let anything happen to you, ever.

"I will always protect you." She smiled and got up with you, helping you put on your arm floats.

Wanda took your hand and dragged you closer to the water. The water already went to your knees and you stopped walking when you saw something on the ground.

"Mommy, look! A starfish!" you squealed and pointed at it.

"That's right, smart baby" she smiled and continued to walk further into the water.

Wanda took both your hands in her own and started to instruct you what to do, which you gladly did.

°

While Wanda was teaching you to swim your uncle Pietro offered to help and was holding you right now, waiting for you to tell him that he could let you go.

"Okay, now come to me, detka!" your Mommy encouraged you to swim on your own for the first time.

You took some deep breaths and got in position. "Otay, now!"

Pietro let you go and you started kicking your legs to move forward and used your arms even if it was a bit uncoordinated, but after some more swimming in the compound's pool area you will be the best swimmer, your Mommy is sure of that.

"Go printessa! Go!" Pietro cheered and clapped his hands.

Soon you reached Wanda and she turned you around in the water, kissing your salty cheek.

"You did amazing! You were faster than Pietro ever could." she joked and you giggled when you saw how offended the speedster was.

"I demand a swimming race now!" he said and Peter raised his hand shouting 'me too!'.

"I would also like to join that race of yours." Thor joined the conversation and soon you started to see who was the fastest.

Wanda watched with amusement and was just happy to see you having so much fun with the others and now even learned how to swim.

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[whitelionspirit]

Takes place during vol 13 of LL with medic! reader

———

The very cramped space ship is starting to make everyone steer crazy and it’s made you feel claustrophobic more then usual. On the lost light you had space to move around, here you all are just sitting ducks. You tried to keep yourself occupied mostly by switching between sitting in your lovers laps.

Currently you were sitting with Ratchet and Drift snuggled between the speedster’s thighs. He had smuggled you a pillow how you didn’t know but to put between your back and his armor. You were trying to play a game on your data pad as reading and trying to just sleep with so much noise going on around you had been pointless.

You barely heard their conversation as the two spoke softly to one another. Drift shifted slightly making you glance up at him before going back to your game. A soft touch to your head made you look up again this time meeting his blue optics. He smiled softly at you as he rubbed his digit along your cheek affectionately. You smiled back at him and kissed his digit, before going back to your game again. You heard Ratchet chuckle as you stifled a yawn.

“You should really try recharging star shine,” Drift voiced

You hummed adjusting your body to try and stop your body from falling asleep yet again. “I’ll sleep later…just hard to with so much noise.” You pouted as yet another yawn escaped you.

Ratchet and Drift shared a look before you were carefully scooped up into Drift’s servo and carried out of the mess hall. You looked at both bots questioningly but neither said anything as they walked towards the front of the ship….

You groaned. “Guys! Seriously, I’m fine!”

Ratchet scoffed and eyed you with a raised optical ridge that made you sigh and just pick up your game again. There really was no use in arguing with your partner, especially when it came to your own health.

It was only a few minutes later that Drift stopped walking and you realized where you were. You tensed as Drift knocked on the door and it admittedly slid open to reveal Rodimus sitting in his desk chair. He tiled his helm in question as the three of you entered the captain’s quarters which functioned also as the cockpit.

It was much smaller than his one on the lost light and much more cluttered with data pads and his belongings scattered about.

“Hey guys what’s up?” Rodimus asked.

You felt awkward just being here things had gotten better since Drift’s return but things between you and Rodimus were still a patch work of interactions. He still seemed to carry his guilt as even him and Drift hadn’t fully returned to their old selves yet.

“Our little star shine here hasn’t had a good recharge in a mega-cycle as they say it’s too noisy out their with the others.”

Rodimus’s optical ridges pinched together in thought as a frown pulled at his derma. He looked so cute when he did that and this whole awkwardness was killing you.

“So you brought them here because…?” He asked confusion in his words.

Ratchet ex-vented as he rolled his optics before gesturing to you. “They need somewhere to sleep peacefully and it’s quiet here so that’s why we are here.”

Rodimus’ face lit up as his optics finally took in your form fully since you entered the room. You knew you looked like shit but having his full attention made you feel; subconscious as your grip tightened on the data pad in your hands.

“Oh.”

“I hope that’s okay.” Drift smiled sheepishly.

“Ah, yeah, yeah leave them with me for a while that’s fine.” His vocalizer sputtered as he reset it.

You looked to the conjunx pairing giving them your best pleading look but they both ignored it as Drift lowered his servo to Rodimus who was already reaching for you. You flipped both mechs off as you hopped down into Rodimus’ servo you glanced back at them once more as both gave you reassuring looks before waving the captain off as they left the room.

You looked up at him and he gave you a timid smile and you sighed. “I’ll just try and get some sleep you won’t even know I’m here.”

“No worries I don’t mind I just have some paper work to do.”

You nodded before trying to find a comfortable place to sleep and try not to think about how much you liked this new paint job of his.

#transformers x reader #drift x reader #lost light medic! reader #ratchet x reader #rodimus x reader #not edited it’s late and I’m lazy

[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

‘O Christmas Tree

pairing: Pietro Maximoff

warnings: none!

word count: 844

notes:

Okay heres my last Christmas imagine I made back in 2021!

originally posted on Wattpad

Decorating the Christmas tree was always your favorite part of Christmas, especially among friends and family.

But, of course, none of the Avengers were in town around the time you wanted to set the tree up, or well, the ones who enjoyed setting it up weren't around, and the only person who was around was Pietro.

Wanda and Vision went on a vacation to who knows where, leaving Pietro behind to bother you during this holiday season. Of course, Pietro was the Grinch around the holidays because he never understood why he had to be thoughtful when getting a person a gift and why he couldn't just ‘speed through the holiday.’ as Tony likes to put it.

"What are you doing?" Pietro asked, looking down at you on the floor. "going through this box Clint gave me to see what we have for Christmas decorations." you said, pulling a tree skirt out of the box decorations, "wanna help?" you asked him. He scoffed, "I could decorate this tree within a second," "Oh come on, that would ruin the Christmas spirit." you said, getting up from your spot on the floor. "What is a Christmas spirit?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "it's basically when someone's cheery and friendly around the holiday. And It seems like you don't have a Christmas spirit." "I'm cheery and friendly," Pietro argued. "Sure you are, but it's just when it's the holidays, your just a stuck-up grinch," you argued back, and he let a hmph. "it's just the holidays are so boring," he whined. "Then maybe for once, you won't use your speed to get stuff done in a second, and maybe you wouldn't be so bored." you said, "Okay, okay. Just for today, I will help you decorate without my powers to prove the holidays are still boring, with or without my speed." Pietro bargained, "Alright then."

You quickly put some Christmas classics on, and you told yourself the speedster probably wouldn't even last thirty minutes, but deep down, you hoped that he would and he would enjoy one of your favorite holidays. "What is first?" he asked. "Lights, here, take this," you answered, handing him a string of lights you had, and he strung them around the top while you worked on the bottom.

To your surprise, he got through the lights without his powers, and now you started with the actual ornaments. You gave him half of the ones in the box, and you got the other half, and he looked to be enjoying decorating the tree with you, and to think he was just telling you he would be miserable.

Pietro was finishing up with the ornaments as you walked over to the box of stuff to see what else there was when you noticed something shiny.

"Hey, speedy," you called out. Pietro turned to you, and you threw some silver tinsel in his direction, hitting him in the face. "Hey!" he laughed as he rushed over to you, wrapping you up in it, making you look like the tree, and you both let out laughs.

You managed to get out of the tinsel and put it onto the tree with a few candy canes, "What else do we have to do?" Pietro asked, looking over to you. "All we have left is the tree topper," you said, pointing over to the star that was resting on the table. "Alright, grab it and come over here." He instructed; confused about what he would do, you followed his order and quickly grabbed the star and walked over to him.

"Okay, ready?" he asked, and before you could say anything, he picked you up onto his shoulders so that you could reach the top; he held you sturdily so you were not to fall but was gentle while he held you up, you quickly put the topper on, and he set you down as softly as humanly possible.

Pietro looked in awe at the fantastic work the two of you had just completed, and you could feel your face start to heat up quickly, so you turned away so he would not see you, but that didn't work. "Hey, you alright?" he asked, trying to turn you around so you would face him. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, trying to control the redness of your cheeks. Pietro laughed at your attempts to hide your blush. "what?" you asked. "Nothing, nothing," He said with a pause. "it's just, thank you." he continued with a warm smile.

You paused for a second, confused as to why he was thanking you, and he seemed to notice your confused expression. "It's just thank you for getting me not to use my powers, 'cause I feel like if I did, I wouldn't get to experience the real 'Holiday spirit,'" he spoke, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. You smiled and placed your hand in his before looking at the tree while the flickering lights softly illuminated your face.

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[quickiesgirl]

Can you write reader is Charles daughter x Quicksilver?and she's very introverted?!? She has the same powers as Charles where she newly joined the other mutants and also she was the youngest one like 18-20y/o

Sorry, this took so long for me to finish. I've been overloaded with requests. Hopefully, you like it! <3

Study Buddies - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Xavier Reader Warning: Friends To Lovers, Introverted!Reader, Shared First Kiss, Playful Teasing.

You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others.

While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around. 

Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant. 

One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.  

You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers. 

On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study. 

The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing. 

You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose. 

You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks. 

“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?” 

“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.” 

-

You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips. 

You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind. 

“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?” 

“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.

“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two. 

“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.” 

 “Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.

“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #

Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on. 

“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable. 

-

Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better. 

This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose. 

Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks. 

“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought. 

The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.” 

“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his. 

“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.” 

Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”

“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees. 

“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.” 

Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine. 

Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his. 

There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” 

The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.” 

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything. 

As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.” 

“Yeah! I’d love that.” 

You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…” 

 You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria. 

Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect. 

As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak. 

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[averysmolbear]

A Second Chance

CW: This is pretty self ship coded. It's vaguely fluffy so not really a need for a ton of tags, I'd think. It's a female reader fic. I'd say the reader and Pietro would be around in their twenties. It's definitely part of a possible series of one shots so it's the beginnings of a friends to lovers type situation. The only thing that could be maybe triggering is the kind of vague mentions of Pietro feeling "trapped" and the reader is there to kind of psychoanalyze him to a certain degree. I'm not sure how else to word that honestly.

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Pairing: F!Reader x Pietro Maximoff

Word count: ~2.3k

Just a quick note that this would be well after Age of Ultron and I don't care if it's unrealistic, Pietro survived what happened in that movie because I said so (and yeah, that means this is the MCU version of Pietro, not the one in the X-Men movies) so prepare to suspend your disbelief or something. Or don't. I can't tell you what to do. This also means that the reader works for whatever entity really kind of popped up after AoU that the Avengers would sort of be working for before Captain America: Civil War.

Pietro Maximoff felt like an animal trapped in a cage. He didn’t know why they were keeping him locked away. He had healed and was ready to get back out into the world. He felt like they had to know this, especially with all of their incessant poking and prodding. Whenever he asked someone anything, his questions were brushed aside and they would reassure him that he would be out of there before long. And then the cycle would repeat and Pietro would be left alone in the sterile room that reminded him of his time with HYDRA more than he let on.

It wasn’t the fact that he was getting antsy that pushed Pietro to ask when they were going to let him out. His sister needed him, didn’t she? At this point he was starting to doubt that Wanda was aware he was alive, although maybe that was the reason they were keeping him inside. Maybe they weren’t sure how to break it to her that Pietro had survived. It didn’t matter what the reason was though because he knew that eventually they were going to have to let him out and he wasn’t going to waste any time getting as far from this place as he could when that time came.

He paced the length of the room, moving at a natural speed for once. When he first woke up and was moved to his current room, he would run from one end of the room to the other. It didn’t take long before Pietro realized it wouldn’t do him any good. He wasn’t getting out and it only wasted his energy to zip around the room. At the moment he didn’t want to waste any energy on running around the small space but he felt that pent up energy building up and he hated that he didn’t have a proper outlet for it.

When someone knocked on his door, Pietro ignored it. It was common for someone to knock before dropping off food. If it was a doctor, they would enter without his permission anyway. He waited for the slot in the door to open and a tray to slide on to the ledge on his side of the door. It seemed too early for lunch but it wasn’t as if the speedster had any concept of time. He didn’t know how many days had passed, losing count quickly. He didn’t have the patience to keep track after a week had passed but he assumed he had been there for at least a month, maybe longer.

There was a second, more insistent knock on the door and this time Pietro moved cautiously but curiously toward it. No one knocked more than once and he thought that the sound held some level of urgency to it. His head tilted slightly as he listened at the door, not sure he would be able to tell who was on the other side if he tried. Someone knocked again and with a sigh, Pietro finally asked who it was. It was clear they wanted his attention and now they had it, not that he cared too much about who it might be.

“Pietro?”

He noted that the voice wasn’t familiar but it was soft and feminine and youthful. It wasn’t someone he had met before, as far as he could tell. They sounded hesitant which caught his attention more than the knocking. Not many people around this place were hesitant around him. Most seemed to know that there was security everywhere and he wasn’t a threat. He stepped closer to the door when he noticed the little slot had opened. He could see someone peeking inside but he didn’t recognize them. Pietro didn’t say anything but he did place a hand on the door, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I’m going to assume you can hear me, Pietro,” you continued. You cleared your throat. “My name is (y/n). Can I … can I come in?”

Pietro’s brows furrowed but he quietly backed away from the door. His new visitor had him too curious to not let her inside. He moved over to the bed and sat down but didn’t speak. He could be at the door and out of the room before anyone realized what was happening but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Still he was being stubborn, not wanting to give anyone anything that they could use against him. If they were going to try to use him for who knew what, Pietro was going to make them work for it.

You walked in, opening the door wide enough to be able to slip in. The heavy door slammed shut behind you, making her jump as you heard the door lock, but you didn’t look back at the door. Your eyes were intently fixed on Pietro as soon as you saw him. Someone on the other side of the door gruffly told you that you had 15 minutes before they would come in and you muttered a curse under her breath. 

Pietro noted that when you had whispered, it hadn’t been in English and for a moment he wondered what language it was. It sounded roughly like Sokovian but not enough that he was certain he recognized the language. He wasn’t curious enough to ask however. You bit your lip as you stayed near the door, looking him over slowly.

Pietro folded his arms across his chest but still didn’t speak. Instead he fixed you with an intense glare, his brows pulled tightly and a scowl on his face. You were pretty, which he noticed immediately, but he wasn’t going to let them lull him into a false sense of security. He might have been a flirt but he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t sure who had taken him in, SHIELD or HYDRA, and Pietro wasn’t sure he trusted either of them. That meant he wasn’t sure if he trusted you since he had no idea what your intentions were.

You swallowed thickly as your gaze turned down toward the floor. You weren't trembling but you looked close to it as you slipped your hands into the front pockets of your jeans. You stayed close to the door, timidly glancing at Pietro before looking away when your eyes met. Clearing your throat, you found your voice. “My name’s (y/n),” you repeated, not sure if he had heard you. Your gaze flitted around the room now to avoid making eye contact. “I’m here to talk.”

Pietro rolled his eyes, his arms still folded across his chest as he let out a sigh. He wasn’t sure he trusted that you were as timid as you seemed. It could have been an act. The fact that you seemed afraid of him annoyed the speedster as well. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you. “I’m not feeling very talkative,” he bitterly said. “After all it’s hard to want to talk to people who keep me locked away in a cage.”

“Oh …” You looked up and stopped short at the look on Pietro’s face. Your lips curled up in a brief smile, trying to show you were there to help. Your hands fell to your sides and you shook your head. Your face softened as you took a couple of steps away from the door although you still kept some distance between yourself and the speedster. “I … I don’t think that’s what they’re trying to do here, Pietro.”

He watched as you moved toward him, his arms falling to his sides. He was still cautious so he stayed where he was, not wanting to let his guard down too soon. He especially didn’t want to let his guard down to a pretty face only to have it backfire. It was better to keep a bit of cautious optimism for the moment. Pietro wasn’t sure what you were doing there after all. He hoped that if he said as little as possible, you would tell him what he wanted to know. It seemed to be working so far although he wasn’t sure if you were as concerned about him as you appeared to be. He supposed it would be easy enough for someone to fake concern.

You swallowed hard again and took another couple of steps until you were standing at the foot of the bed where Pietro sat. “I can’t help you if you won’t let me,” you softly said, your gaze still locked with his for the moment. You bit her lip and nodded to the bed, finally glancing away from Pietro. “May I sit?”

Pietro silently nodded and watched as you carefully sat down. You seemed like you were both terrified and worried. He wondered which would take precedence, although it seemed like it was going to be your concern for his well-being. He felt his features melt into something less intimidating but he didn’t speak, still not sure he could trust you.

Even if part of him wanted nothing more than to trust you. Pietro knew, in the back of his mind, that he could use a friend.

You sighed, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sure all of this has been very difficult for you. I don’t doubt that it feels a lot like we’re keeping you here against your will,” you said, nodding your head slightly as you spoke. “I know that you have no reason to trust me but I promise that I won’t lie to you, Pietro. If it was up to me, we’d be having this talk somewhere much more comfortable than this.”

You waited for Pietro to speak and when he didn’t, you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes roamed his face before you looked at your hands as they rested in your lap. You were too nervous to hold eye contact with him for long. “I don’t have much time but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m going to be coming by every day and I won’t stop trying until you open up to me,” you explained. 

You looked up and frowned at the distrust you saw in Pietro’s eyes. “I know how that sounds but I’m not going to try to break you. I’m barely a licensed therapist but that’s why I’m here. I need to evaluate you before they’ll agree that it’s safe to …” You shrugged, gesturing toward the door.

“Before they let me out of my cell.”

You looked up, your eyes widening as you shook your head. “No, Pietro. This isn’t a cell. You’re here for your safety,” you said, your frown deepening. “After what happened, well, no one was sure how you were going to react to being … alive.”

Pietro narrowed his eyes again and sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to let you tell him to trust you and then freely give you that trust. He knew your name but he didn’t know anything else about you. Clearly you knew about him or you wouldn’t have been there. He didn’t like being at a disadvantage like this. If you wanted his trust, you were going to have to earn it.

You bit her lip as Pietro sized you up, your cheeks heating up as you took a deep breath. You glanced toward the door briefly, knowing your time had to be dwindling faster than you would have liked. It wouldn’t be long before someone told you that your time was up and you knew you had barely gotten Pietro to speak to you. When you looked back at him again, you smiled shyly. “We have all of the time in the world. As much time as you need. So tell me how I can win your trust, Pietro.”

Pietro shook his head, shifting his weight as he moved away from you. He didn’t like the feeling of being psychoanalyzed, even if you claimed that you were ‘barely’ a therapist, and he didn’t like that you had piqued his interest. He leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, trying to look disinterested. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” you said with a quick shrug. Your voice was gentle and a bit timid. You tried to smile as you watched Pietro process what you were saying, hoping he would believe you. “It matters to my boss and his boss. It matters to a lot of people. If you can’t trust me, I don’t know when they’ll let you out of here. I just want to help get you out of this room and out somewhere that doesn’t feel so stifling.”

Pietro laughed humorlessly, rolling his eyes as he looked away. He wanted to trust you. He wanted to get out of this room because he was tired of staring at these same four walls. The problem was that Pietro didn’t know where to begin so he figured he could keep feigning disinterest until you told him something that made him feel safe with you. You seemed unassuming but it didn’t mean you were. Pietro was well aware of that.

“I’ll come back later and see if you feel more talkative then,” you said with a nod. You slowly stood, pausing as you watched Pietro. Your smile grew a bit as he looked at you but it was still timid. “I think we’re going to get along if you’ll trust me. I think we can help each other actually. You just have to trust me.”

Pietro watched as you walked to the door. He debated for a split second whether or not he should push you aside when the door opened to let you out but he stayed where he was. He was still staring at the door after it closed behind you. He didn’t know if he could trust you but there was something that was telling him to try. Maybe it wouldn’t lead to anything but if he could get out of this place, he knew he couldn’t keep being so stubborn about this for long. Eventually you would stop trying and Pietro wasn’t sure what would happen to him after that. 

He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out either.

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[local-crying-boy]

Pietro MaximoffX GN!Reader

Shakes and shivers

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader, romantic relationship established

Genre: One-shot, fluff, winter-time imagine

Warnings: quick little idea I thought about that I just wanted to write about, weak ending but I just wanted to get this out of my drafts.

Summary: it’s cold in the compound, you being unable to get warm and comfortable again, call over your boyfriend, Pietro, to come give you cuddles.

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A/n: It was cold when I started writing this and I was in need of something to cheer me up in the winter months. Even though I only finished writing this in Spring

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It was cold. Of course it was. And, of course, despite Stark’s abundance of money, the boiler broke and there was no source of heat throughout the compound. It would have been fine if you were up and about doing things like the rest of the team, but you were done with training, hell, you were done with the day.

It was already quite late in the day, not too late that most of your team were heading up to bed, but not early enough that you were able to do things such as training. You’d been in your pyjamas, curled up in your room, shivering ever so often because your bed had been annoyingly by the window. Despite the rain pattering outside your room, hitting the sides of the window, you weren't all that relaxed as others when listening to the sound.

It hadn’t taken long for you to get fed up of the cold, huffing out when you felt your body tense for far too long. You were quick to text Pietro, telling him to come to your room, ready to justify your reasoning if he asked you why.

Though, that time never came. You should have known. He had raced to your room as soon as he read that to come over. The air swished around your room, when you looked up he was already there, that stupid, lovable grin on his face.

"You called for me, dragâ?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly patted the space beside you in the bed, looking up at him with a frown. "It's cold."

The speedster only let out a laugh, flopping onto your bed beside you and turning on his side with his hand propping up his head. He was looking at you with that stupid smirk of his. "Oh? So you want me to warm you up, is that it?"

"Stop looking at me like that." You huffed out, moving closer to him so that you could feel some of his warmth.

The man usually ran warm, he was always doing something - well, he was always running around - and, in result, his body ran hotter than the average person from his continuous movement. A lucky thing for you.

He let out a small tut, but he did not hesitate in wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. "I suppose I could help you out, dragâ."

"You suppose?" You exhaled out, shaking your head, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's your job as my boyfriend to help me."

He laughed at that, his chin resting on your head, before he moved down and inhaled the scent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair. "I didn't know I signed up for this job, you know."

"Good to know I've enlightened you now, 'Etro." You grumbled out into his chest, already starting to warm up with the blanket around your body and now Pietro's arms around you.

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Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

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[book-place]

Not Alone

Warnings: mentions of death and abusive parents, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Barry Allen x daughter reader, Iris West- Allen x daughter reader

Request: K so I’m actually binge watching the flash and I just thought about what if Barry had an adoptive daughter(a kid who was affected by the first particle accelerator and ended up getting speedster powers like Barry and the team didn’t find her till season 2) and in season 3 she’s fighting crime with Barry at that point(she has seen iris as her mother as well even before Barry and Iris got together, so when they marry the reader is ecstatic) so when season 4 comes around and around the episode where Barry has to go to jail for DeVoe murder. REQUEST: the reader had been acting out with attitude lately with everybody and slight aggression and the team can’t figure out why, but Iris catches on and tells Barry to talk to her and they have a heart felt moment with the reader crying and breaking down about losing one of the only parents that actually cared about her and then Iris comes in and they all sit and hug as a family. P.S:readers parents were abusive and didn’t care bout reader so when reader got her powers she ran away and stayed under the radar till team flash found her in season 2 and Barry took her in after he figured out she had no where to go and gained her trust which took a while) Sorry Ik this is long

Request by: @daughterofthequeen

*not my gif*

Summary: Recent events opened your eyes to just how quickly you could lose everything

A/N: I am so so sorry that this took me so long (this request has been in my drafts longer than any other one); And also sorry I changed the readers powers for the sake of the story; I thought I should also mention that I wrote this while wearing my star labs sweatshirt

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Weather and speed. Who knew that the two went together? That one without the other would be considered incomplete. And not just by themselves, but by the citizens of the city who had grown so used to seeing their two favorite superheroes together.

Barry had taken you in during his early days of being the quick hero for Central City when he found you, a young girl- no older than twelve- who had the power to control the weather after being affected by the particle accelerator explosion like so many others in his beloved city.

You had run away from home, much later confessing to Barry that it was because of your abusive parents, and how after everything happened to you, they only got worse and you just couldn’t take it anymore.

Though he was hesitant at first, you had finally convinced him to let you become a hero of your own, alongside him of course.

Although Barry had been the one to adopt you and quickly become the strong father figure you never had in your life, Iris also became like a mother to you, especially after her and your adopted father got married.

The three of you were a different than most, but happy family that would do anything for one another and loved each other dearly.

Recently though, things had been getting rocky. Sure, you were a teenager and it was expected for you to be moody, but this was different. You were constantly snapping at not just your parents, but Caitlin and Cisco as well. Not just that, but you were pushing all of them away and giving them the cold shoulder whenever one of them tried to confront you about it.

“Barry,” Iris spoke softly while they watched from afar as you leaned over a desk doing your homework in one of the Star Labs rooms, “You should try to talk to her.”

The man shook his head a little, “I tried already,” A frown pulled at the end of his lips, “She just keeps shutting me out.”

She sighed, casting a longing glance at you, “Please just try again… I’m really worried about her, Bar.”

He glanced into the eyes of his wife and immediately nodded his head before leaning down and planting a kiss on top of her hair and setting off into your direction.

“Hey, kid,” Barry greets, pulling up a chair and peering over your shoulder at your homework, “Whatcha working on?”

Your eyes flitted over to him, but instead of scowling like he expected, you just shrugged and grumbled, “History.”

He supposed it was a step in the right direction.

“Anything I can help with?”

There was slight hesitation behind your expression before you quickly shook your head and trained your eyes on your work once more.

With a sigh, your adopted father gently took the paper away from you, forcing you to look at him, “What’s wrong, Y/n?” He asked softly, “What’s been going on lately?”

There was a flash of something in your eyes, but it was gone too quickly, even for him, before he could analyze it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You spoke to him through gritted teeth as you used a bit of unnecessary strength to take the worksheet back.

From up above you, a small storm cloud began brewing, the only thing that Barry could use to access your emotions.

Over the years, he had learned to read what your emotions were through your weather. If you had a very strong emotion, you wouldn’t be able to control your abilities, and your thoughts would appear in the form of weather.

Like on Barry and Iris’s wedding day, the sun shined brighter that it ever had. Or on the day not too long ago, that Barry was sent to prison for DeVoes murder, a spontaneous hurricane had appeared in the city and ensued major damage.

The storm cloud that now sat above your head showed just not sadness, but fear as well.

“What’s wrong?” He repeated, tone never rising higher than it needed too.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you for the first time looked- really looked- at him.

Because of your past, it had never been easy for you to just come out and say whatever was on your mind, and Barry had learned to be patient with you.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You finally admitted with a broken whisper, eyes beginning to fill with tears as you quickly averted your gaze from him.

His heart was as broken as your voice as he looked at you with sad eyes, “Why would you lose me?” He asked.

For all the time you had been with him, you always knew the dangers of the job you both took upon yourselves. But while you were always scared for each other, this was different. He could tell.

“Because,” Your words came out harsher than you meant as a tear ran down your face, “I never realized how easy it was for you to be gone until you went to prison.”

If he wasn’t already speechless, he would be now.

“You were the first person to show me kindness,” You continued, squeezing your eyes shut as if to get rid of all your unshed tears, “You took me in, gave me a home, introduced me to more people who also showed me the same kindness. And I don’t know what I would do without you.” A small sob left your lips, “So I’ve been pushing you all away, because maybe if one of you got taken from me again, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

It was silent for a moment, and by the time you finally had the courage to lift your head up to face him, Barry had already raised his arms and brought you into a tight hug.

This time, there was no hesitation in your movements as you wrapped your arms around his torso in return, burying your face in his chest.

He planted a kiss on top of your head before leaning his chin there, “I’m not going anywhere, n/n, I promise.”

Not even a moment later, another figure crouched down beside your chair and wrapped her own arms around you in comfort, her and her husband grasping hands in the middle.

“I love you, mom and dad.” You hiccuped slightly, not having the courage to look at them as you said it.

Both of them quickly snapped their heads up and stared at you. That was the first time you had ever called them that out loud.

“We love you too,” They both echoed back, hugging you tighter.

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[silverzoomies]

Cute

peter maximoff x reader smut drabble

warnings: smut, kissing, vaginal fingering, trans male character, trans!peter, drabble, short one shot, clunky writing

word count: 2,066

a/n: just a little drabble i deleted, then rewrote. wasn't happy with it before. it's nothin' special! just some words about him, as usual,, ,

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“Mmmm …listen, I’m gonna be upfront with you. ‘Cuz I like you and stuff…” He stops in the midst of kissing you, his smirk a tad mischievous, “...I’m pretty hard right now.”

Peter says this, and you want to feel flattered. But when you glance curiously down at his jeans for confirmation, you don’t see much of anything. The glimmering denim of his silver pants is arched with a slight, barely noticeable bulge. Puzzled, you do a double take between his lidded eyes, and his crotch.

You’re caught in the middle of two possibilities here. Either he’s messing with you for some dumb reason. Maybe to get a rise out of you. Or, your speedy, silver boy toy’s got a small dick. Not that you’d ridicule him for something as trivial as his size. You like Peter enough, and you’d have no problem overlooking it. There’s plenty of fun to be had without the addition of an enormous Johnson.

Naturally, still, you’re a little intrigued.

You pull the speedster a touch closer, pressing your body against his more strong, masculine form. Feeling adventurous - you usually are in his presence, if only because his reckless nature is so infectious - you reach down to palm at the crotch of his jeans. Your suspicions are confirmed then, when you don’t feel much in your grasp.

Well, that’s not really fair to say. You definitely feel something. But it's not the shape or size you’re used to. Creasing your brows, you find your curiosity piqued. Peter breathes a soft moan, signaling you must be doing something right. He drops his silver head onto your shoulder, goggles nudging your chin, and rolls his hips to meet your touch.

“Keep doin’ that, please?” He begs, “Don’t stop. I really need you.”

Sliding one of his big hands up your skirt, he returns your gesture of intimacy. His fingers caress your clit over the thin fabric of your panties. Astounding, how he found his way there so fast. The men you knew in the past always fumbled for a few seconds before falling on target. But not Peter.

You’d chalk it up to superspeed alone. If it weren’t for the fact that he seems to know exactly how to touch you. Not like any man you’ve ever fooled around with in your life. Was it talent? Maybe he’s just that much of a natural.

He moans your name, kneading your clit over your panties with a small tease of vibrating fingertips. You follow suit, whimpering quietly. Palming his crotch with added pressure. For a few moments longer, the pair of you fondle each other in hushed silence. Exchanging soft sighs of pleasure. Before Peter pulls back, his hand traveling to the button of his jeans.

“Uhhh…I-I’m gonna-uhm…yeah.” He stutters, a little more nervous than you’d normally expect from him, “Is this all cool with you?”

You’re nonplussed that he’d even bother asking. Peter seems to go about this in such a careful way. Instead of just whipping it out, he takes it slow. Uncharacteristically slow. Again, a little different than the men you’ve bedded prior.

You give him a nod, and he breathes deeply. Peter avoids your eyes as he undoes his jeans. Sliding them down his lean hips, he lets the waistband fall past his delectable v-line. You’re surprised to see how hairy he is underneath. Curls of silver cover the skin of his pelvis, all the way to his crotch. Even his thighs are generously decorated in hairs. More than you imagined, anyway.

You blink, parting your lips with a sudden intake of breath.

“Oh…hello!” You chime in a cute, astonished tone.

His cock isn’t at all what you expect. But it reveals something of importance about Peter. Something he’s kept buried from you - and everyone else, you guess - since the moment the two of you met. Your eyes widen, and you tilt your head up. Meeting his pitch black gaze, burning with lust, but riddled with anxious uncertainty.

You reassure him everything’s okay. Not with words, but a gentle kiss to his lips. From here on, everything else is simple, unspoken understanding.

Angling your head down, you watch as he toys with himself. Peter’s dick seems small under the touch of his large fingers, visibly twitching. He rubs the swollen bud and silently curses, biting his lip between his teeth.

“You look gorgeous like this.” You grin, looking into his hooded, tired eyes, “Do you-uhm…” You start, almost too shy to continue. This is all so new to you, “Do you mind if I try?”

Peter hesitates, but nods, moving his hand to give you access. You try to mimic his previous motions, rubbing his pulsating cock between your fingers. Your digits are smaller than his, making his dick look bigger by comparison. Pressing your body into his, you rest your head against his own. Your eyes lock on his dick, fingers sliding along its short length. Rolling in quick motions and pulling husky whimpers from him.

“Oh fuck-” He whines, his hips arching forward, “Legit, that feels so much better when you do it.”

He drives his cock through the firm grip of your little fingers. With each thrust, the hood of his dick pulls back, revealing a smooth, pinkish tip in full. As he moves, you can feel him getting wetter. A slick heat seeps from his front slit, leaking onto your fingertips. You ease your digits near his entrance, stopping before exploring the territory any further.

“Can I touch you here? Or is that-uh…is that, like…a no-no zone?” You ask, awkwardly giggling. With his head still pressed to yours, he nods. Chuckling, “Y-Yeah. Yeah, it’s fine. Just…uh…i-it doesn’t feel as good as it used to? It’s not the same, so…maybe don’t-uhm…y’know…fingerblast me.”

More playful snickers ring out between the two of you, and you nod.

“Okie dokie. I’ll be quick then, ‘kay?” You confirm, before finally pressing your fingers inside.

Tight walls constrict around even the small size of your fingers. You don’t linger for too long, instead gathering what wetness you can. Returning to his sensitive cock, you tease Peter for a minute longer. Rolling his dick with your fingers. Testing different angles for whatever makes him moan the loudest. You’re especially fond of the way his voice breaks when you curl your digits just right.

Finding yourself even more curious, you pull from his fluffy patch of silver hairs. Bringing your hand all the way up to guide him into a heated kiss. Wet fingertips graze his scruffy jawline, as you slide your tongue in sync with his own. Peter hums, kissing you like he never wants to stop.

“I’m gonna ask you a really weird question. So, like-” You mutter into his lips, and Peter leans forward. Chasing your lips and chuckling, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! I’m really tryin’ here!” You giggle, bashful and barely above a whisper.

He can’t help but find your naivety a bit silly. And you can’t help but find his laughs endearing, even if they come at your expense.

“Sorry! Sorry. Yeah, yer right. Go for it.” Peter stifles another chuckle, throwing you a nod of his head, “Shoot yer shot. I’ll answer what I can.”

Replacing your giggly shyness with playful seduction, you drop your hand to his crotch again. Once your fingers find his cock, you slowly tease the twitching bud. Eliciting more of the speedster’s delicious moans.

“As I was saying…” You flutter your lashes, nibbling your lip, “Can you fuck me with it, Peter?”

This instantly flusters him. His dick quivers against your fingers, and Peter swallows a whine. Turning pink around the ears, he curls his nails into your hips. His forehead touches yours, hot breath mingling wih your own.

“Is that what you want, babe?” Peter brings a vascular hand to your cunt, fingers pressing roughly into your clit, “If you want me to? Yeah. I can get down.”

His wording breaks your lustful demeanor. As you erupt into giggles again, you cut yourself off with a needy whimper. Burning fingers slip past the hem of your panties, connecting with your clit. Peter teases you in expert circles, smirking through an aloof expression.

“You gotta ask me nicely, though.” He adds, and you groan. Rolling your eyes.

“Can you please fuck me?” You whine. But he persists, pushing a thick digit through your slit.

“...Please fuck meeeee…?” Peter does a sing-song voice.

Another digit finds its way between your walls. He curls his fingers into a sensitive, squishy spot inside you. Your core tightens.

“Are you fucking se-oh my god!” You groan, feigning annoyance, though your impatience is undeniably real, “Please fuck me, Peter?”

“I was kinda goin’ fer Quicksilver. But, hey, I’ll take it.” Peter jokes, and you fix him with a faux, furious look.

His jeans hang loose around his thighs, but he leaves them there. You don’t mind so much, because he looks pretty hot semi dressed in his Soft Cell t-shirt. Peter retracts his hand as you make a move to shed your skirt and panties. Watching you, he rubs his sensitive cock. Hissing under his breath once you’re bare before him. He moves forward, and again, your foreheads meet.

The two of you keep your lustful gazes cast down, while Peter angles his hips. Guiding his wet, swollen cock to your slick entrance. There’s barely any breach, and it feels more like grinding than full penetration. However, the emptiness doesn’t faze you. It’s the connection between you both that floods you with aching desire.

You angle your hips, rolling your heat onto Peter’s dick. Watching him squirm. His thighs quiver as he fucks you, his strong hands clenching your hips. Overstimulated by the scorching wetness surrounding his cock, Peter gasps strangled whines.

“Ohhh, babe. Baby-” His breath hitches, “Just like that, baby. Fuck. C’mere-”

Peter pulls you even closer, wrapping a muscular arm around your middle and jerking you forward. He speeds his motions to an impossible degree, humping into your cunt at incomprehensible speed. Never once do you protest, no matter how rough his thrusts become. Instead, you let the speedster set his own pace. Until his budding cock literally buzzes between your folds, making you squeal.

Gently grabbing his cheeks, you angle his head so the tips of your noses touch. And you puff short breaths, whimpering for him to keep going. Begging for him to fuck you faster. Your lips meet again then, uncoordinated and desperate.

You keep imagining the way the speedster would look, if you took him home one night and shoved him into bed. You wonder how he’d react if you crawled over him and sucked that perfect cock. Edging him to the point of squirting. If Peter let you, you’d play around with him for hours on end. And maybe shower him in endless kisses and praises after.

Peter squeezes your ass for leverage, driving his dick into your pretty cunt. Reverberating buzzes emanate from his cock, vibrating at a rate so strong; you can feel the tremors reach your core. They shake through your clit. The sensation unexpected, but ethereal. You clutch tightly onto his broad shoulders over his shirt.

“P-Peter, wait-” The dull pleasure drolls on, making you tear up, “I think-...I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Me too, babe. Fuck. Me too, me too, me too-” His words spill out in a rushed flurry. Peter moans, guttural and ragged, “Fuckin’ cumming!” He chases your lips, “Kiss me, please, babe. Please?"

You’re eager to comply with his request, capturing Peter in an obscene, wet kiss. Your squeals and moans intertwine with his own in a lewd chorus. Hips rolling as rumbling vibrations and slick heat scorch your veins. Orgasm tears through your core, tightening your cunt and leaking all over his cock. Peter’s dick pulsates between your folds. He makes a mess of himself, squirting and soaking his inner thighs. Staining his boxers and jeans.

Breathless and trembling, he shies away from your lips. A few beats of silence and many, labored breaths later; Peter snorts, gushing with lighthearted laughter. Goofy as anything, always a doofus.

“What’s so funny?” You ask him, hands pressed to his chest. “It’s nothin’. Really.” He shrugs, a handsome smile dawning his flushed face. Dimples present, “Yer just really fuckin’ cute.”

#txt #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you

[crying-fantasies]

Rodimus wasn't ready to be a creator P9

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9: Endless night | part 10

Recharge cycles are important to every living being without a matter as how they refer to it as far as Rodimus is concerned, he knows that some bots try to prove that wrong and go many cycles without even having a rest, like Prowl, there is even a myth going around of how that mech doesn't even recharge.

But now, he really wants to know how he does it when the cries of a wailing creature interrupted his recharge for the sixth time.

"What is it now?" He feels so tired while trying to not even move an inch while you walk around, exhausted, pacing while rocking the little sparkling in your arms that is literally splitting open his little intake to make such sounds.

It doesn't sound human, not exactly cybertronian.

"I don't know, I don't know what else to do" having tried everything that you ever heard from people in your family is showing with the exasperation and the desire to have someone more experienced to help you, ideas just go flying around as fast as they come, especially the ones that doesn't even make sense, Rodimus still doesn't know how putting your soft chassis in the sparkling's intake would help, even the kid doesn't know because it does little to help the constant crying that continues when the infant can finally push you away, quite different from the other humans in the ship that have babies, but those sleep almost right away when they do this mammal thing!

Every single failed success added a volume degree, it's a miracle that every hab suit is soundproof to the others or no one would be able to recharge.

"Give me" the little fuzzy bundle of joy is placed on his servo before he puts him high enough to have optic contact, his so tired optics and his exasperated expression make the sparkling open a little more those shiny optics, "Hey there buddy, can you please give us a bit of peace, just for a moment?"

"You have a scary face now"

"I don't-" Sunset was bawling again, so maybe you're right about it, Rodimus ex-vents hard before finally sitting on the berth, "What are we going to do with you? You only have a few cycles of existence and I'm more than sure that you look like a speedster, how come that you're so loud?"

"I think that may be from me" pulling your body over his leg is hard and Rodimus uses his free servo to help you, having you near and seated over him brings a wave of relaxation over the scandalous disaster, "human babies cry a lot, but it's because they are hungry or cold, or hot or... really everything can make them cry"

"Sounds awful" his natural concern over it is showed in his expression, not believing that such cute and little things like the ones he saw in the humans' hab suit units could get as loud as this one, yet again, he only saw the little babies from time to time, Rodimus will do something, he still isn't sure what but he can't even think of the poor humans dealing with this without any help.

"Yes, it is" your voice is muffled by the hard crying, now that Rodimus is the one holding the baby your body finally does what it's been craving to do since the very beginning.

Cry, and cry hard.

His first reaction is to reach for you with his free servo, your silent crying as unnerving as the baby's but yours come from something that feels almost terrific.

You are having enough of this, the constant crying because Sunset isn't a human baby and can't be calmed down as one, the constant exhausted sigh leaving your mouth everytime that you asking about sparklings to have pathetic, incongruent answers from him because he doesn't know slag about it and just a pair of cycles ago he finally had the will to touch Sunset, the very few cycles that he practically couldn't help you by his stupid fear while seeing from the sidelines how other mechs and humans had to assist in order to give you a moment of sleep out of this madness.

He didn't know this would happen and neither did you, but you have this huge responsibility now while he isn't of any real help.

Rodimus wouldn't really be surprised if you wanted that thing humans did, a 'divorce' if he remembers correctly how your people address the act of breaking the married bound, an unthinkable thing for cybertronians, because he has shown you time and time again how unprepared he is for this, even to the point he doesn't know what to do now that you have reached this limit, so he only does what he can with the little energy he has left.

He wants to bawl his optics out with tears too, but, for once, he needs to calm down this situation, with no fragging idea how, but he is going to do it for you, for Sunset and for himself because this can't go on like this.

"Rodimus, what-?"

"It's okay, babe, everything it's going to be alright"

One thing is to be pressed to Rodimus' neck cables where you can feel the constant energy flow coming from his spark in waves, here, pressed right above his badge, feeling the discharge of energy that his spark gives every few seconds, just like your own heartbeat, it's warm but not as much like his neck, his frame is hard so you have your face pressed against it like Sunset that looks just as lost as you, but hey, at least his crying has stopped.

Then his words register on your tired brain.

"Did you just said a part of the Marley's song?"

"Maybe?" Oh well, he got your attention in another direction, good, your eyes were swollen but that little detail helped to ease your crying, "Okay, maybe a lot, you say it almost everytime" you make a little sound, reaching for your baby's little face but he just snuggles more into his father's frame in search of warmth.

"let's not get started in that topic" finally having the facility to breath you give a few taps on his digit and he puts you closer to his face, it's been a while, Rodimus feels like it since your lips feel better now after not getting that sensation from long time ago (as in a few days), you would call him a liar because you kissed him after Sunset was finally given back to you, but is Rodimus of who you are referring to, the very same bot that didn't give a crap to kiss you even when you both were in public and tapped his lips with a sly smile, it was delightful but also so embarrassing more times than not.

He is also the kind of bot to appreciate affection and physical touch, optics almost blurry and loving when you get distanced from his face plate, lips still reaching to you in an almost comic way that has you returning for more, only stopping when Sunset starts to pat as hard as he can with his little servos to get attention again, feeling an ex-vent at the same time Rodimus puts you back next to Sunset, now the sparkling does grabbing hands, as you call the action, to be picked-up by you, finally feeling sleepy and searching rest in you, there is silence, finally sweet, sweet silence, you both share a look, when he looks at you like this it often leads to 'sexy times', his words not yours, or 'inter species cultural exchange' back in the days you two just started dating, but since Sunset has arrived all those moments have been put to rest for a while.

Rodimus still wonders how long is a "while" for you when he has you just in his servo and starts to feel even more fire inside.

"Peace at least" Sunset is finally sleeping, he lets you put him in what you call a crib and then return to him, looking almost as expectant as him, with that redness in your face.

"Yeah, peace" he replied back, leaning backwards in an open in invitation for you to climb on him, feeling your hand grab his digits almost with need, getting you near his lips again, kissing slowly, closing eyes and optics, the two feeling the darkness that comes and the relief when sleep just wins the battle.

In the early meeting no one complaints when Rodimus doesn't show up, given that when they go to see why, they only found him and his conjunx knocked out by the lack of rest in uncomfortable positions with a chirping sparkling in between.

#reader insert #x reader #tf rodimus #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #transformers idw #idw mtmte #rodimus x human reader #rodimus x reader #rodimus prime #rodimus #sparkling #tf sparkling

[pekejscatbed]

I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

#jason todd #dick grayson #Wally west #roy harper #jason todd x roy harper #Roy Harper x Jason Todd #wally west x dick grayson #dick grayson x wally west #Roy Harper x Dick Grayson #dick Grayson x Roy Harper #Jason Todd x wally west #wally west x Jason Todd #Jason Todd x Dick Grayson #dick Grayson x Jason Todd #jaydick #birdflash #jayroy #kenny writes shit #trans dick grayson #ftm dick Grayson #trans male character #smut #batman smut #batman #red hood #nightwing #arsenal #red arrow #kid flash #the flash

[healingagoddess]

When no one listens

Request: Maybe something thenamesh?? I don't know something cute and fluffy and the other eternals are so done with them - by anon, thank you so so much 🖤

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Pairing: Thena/Gilgamesh

Words: 792

It is not an everyday thing to find Gilgamesh and Thena so close resting against each other. So, it is hard to pay attention to Ajak’s instructions as two very tired warriors snuggle in the back.

“Stop.” Thena threatens Kingo from afar with her stare.

“I should say the same thing,” he replies back, body fully turning towards them. “What is this that’s going on?”

She looks away and back to Ajak, ignoring him.

At some point during Ajak’s speech Thena rests her head against Gil’s shoulder earning the attention of Druig and Phastos, who just stare at each other like they are in the office.

“You see it too, right?” Asked Kingo.

“Uh,” Phastos takes a moment to think, but is cut off by Ajak.

“Are you guys even listening?” She speaks directly to everyone in the left corner which consist of Kingo, Phastos, and Druig. “What was I talking about?” She asks at their silence.

Kingo and Druig look at each other waiting for the other to talk as Phastos stutters to form an answer to no veil.

“You are talking about the re-distribution of the teams to travel overseas in the search of deviants.” Thena replies from her place attached to Gil’s rib.

Makkari frowns at her with a discerting look, and Sersi just looks marveled.

“Thank you, Thena; but I was talking to the corner on the left.” She gives them a stern look.

It is enough to make them stop, but it has now gained the attention of Sprite. She uses an illusion of herself sitting at the front listening to Ajak, while she walks invisible in the direction of Gilgamesh and Thena. She takes note of how they are holding hands, and how Gil’s thumb is brushing against Thena’s. Just when she is about to prank Gil tickling him with an invisible feather she hears Ajak calling out her name.

“Sprite, I hope you are not using an illusion again to escape. This is a very important matter.” Ajak talks like a mother with a warning tone.

Sprite hurries back to her place. “Sorry, Ajak.” She knows Ajak can detect her better than anyone, a special ability of the prime eternal.

At some point Gil starts to snooze nodding his head not fully asleep, and Thena wraps her arms around him to support him against her own shoulder like a mother would hold a child close. This has now caused distress between the eternals, even Ikaris is looking at them every now and then. Even Ajak blinked a few times in their direction, like trying to see if she was seeing right or it was one of Sprite’s illusions to stop her speech.

Kingo is fully turned towards them, ignoring Ajak right in front of her salad. The salad being a very cozy Gilgamesh and Thena. Phastos’ jaw has almost dropped to the floor, he keeps looking back and forth between Ajak and them. Druig is seeking comfort with Makkari, trying to ignore the scene, but it doesn’t help when the speedster is also occasionally looking at them and trying to gossip with Phastos and Kingo from afar. Sprite joined the corner on the left trying to get a more discreet glimpse of the two strong eternals in the other corner. At this point Sersi is just completely distracted by Ikaris standing next to her at the right side of the hall.

“I’m going to do it.” Mumbles Druig.

“I-” Phastos stutters. “It would be better if-” He struggles to find the right words. “You know what? Do as you please.”

“Don’t mind control them in front of Ajak.” Sprite intervenes.

“Gil?” They all hear Thena’s whispers. “My feet are cold.”

Gil soon takes her feet into his hands and between them to warm them up.

“Okay!” Kingo declares loudly as everyone else starts to complain, disrupting Ajak’s speech. They all get up shaking their head as Ajak looks at them confused.

“And where do you all think you are going?” She asks as they start to leave.

“We don’t even get cold.” Complains Phastos on their way out.

“Nice talk, Ajak. I might throw up.” Druig says.

“This has been the weirdest experience ever.” Sprite says. “I hope it never repeats.”

“What is going on?” Sersi asks as she follows them out.

Ajak shakes her head as she takes a deep breath trying to keep her cool. Her eyes fall on two very exhausted eternals on the right corner that stare right back at her not even one bit of guilt in their faces.

“So, are we dismissed?” Asks Gil.

“Just go.” Ajak says so done for the day.

But she can’t help but smile as she sees them walk out together; hand in hand.

#thena #gilgamesh #thenamesh #thena x gilgamesh #hgrequest