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multimusedreamss · 3 months
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Dᥲtιᥒg thᥱ Evᥲᥒs
Chᥲrᥲᥴtᥱrs: Kit, Kyle (pre & post death), Colin, Jeff + Peter Rᥱᥲdᥱr Tყρᥱ: Gender Neutral Aᥙthor's Notᥱ: This is a repost from my old tumblr blog @/mrs-darling that I had deleted a couple of years ago but still kept this, so I figured I'd share it again. This was also initially a request for just Kit and Kyle but I decided to make it ‘the Evans’ instead! I added Jeff for a laugh, it might actually be a terrible depiction but I tried. Wᥲrᥒιᥒgs: pure fluff & slight NSFW (sex mention & also drug reference because of Jeff)
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Kιt Wᥲᥣkᥱr
Kit is super domesticated with or without a significant other, so dating him would be relaxing but still fun
Most of your dates would take place at one of your homes
Whether it was a home-cooked meal that you both cooked together
Or a movie night with all of the sweets and treats that he picked up on the way to your house
Baking together whether it be cookies, cupcakes, cake, or anything really
He loves cinnamon buns though
So that was always a go-to
Drive-in theater dates
Going to the fair together
Kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel
After a while of dating, you’d moved in together
He is really affectionate
I’m pretty sure his love language would be physical touch
So expect to be greeted with a hug and a kiss when he came home from work and also when he left for work or just went anywhere really
Kit is a top-tier boyfriend
He always supported you no matter what you wanted to do
Whether it was a career path you wanted to take, going to college, writing a book, being a waitress, being a chef, having your own business run out of your home
It didn’t matter, you always had his support
He would never let anything bad happen to you
He would straight-up punch a dude if they ever laid a hand on you inappropriately
When he was in Briarcliff, you’d both write to each other as much as possible
You’d also visit as much as they’d allow
When he finally got out, he asked you to marry him
And you had the best wedding you could have asked for
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Kყᥣᥱ Sρᥱᥒᥴᥱr (ρrᥱ & ρost dᥱᥲth)
(pre-death)
Kyle is a literal angel
Baby would fall for you so hard so fast
You didn’t mind because you felt the same way about him
When you went to frat parties together, he’d always have a protective arm around you or hold your hand just so everyone knows you're his and none of the frat boys take advantage of you
He’d rarely leave your side at a party because he knows how frat boys can be
You’d do the cutest things together
Like building blanket forts and watching movies with a phone projector
Play board games together
Netflix and chill
Having spa nights occasionally where you’d do face masks and mani/pedis 
Of course, he would never let you tell anyone he enjoyed those things
Study together
Which usually ended in a small make-out session as a reward for studying so hard
You’d also do silly things together
Like putting googly eyes on everything in his frat house (it was totally his idea)
Trying new things together 
Like having him try a pottery class where he accidentally spun the wheel so much the clay flew off the table
Overall, dating Kyle would be so much fun and he’d treat you like an absolute Queen
(post-death)
You would have dated before he died
Dating post-death Kyle was definitely not the same as dating pre-death Kyle
You had to be extremely patient and understanding with him
You wouldn’t really go out on dates much in the beginning because it was hard for him to act appropriately
As time went on and he got better with going out, you’d go places like the aquarium or the zoo and he’d absolutely love it
Most of your date nights would take place at home
You’d build blanket forts and watch movies, just like you did when he was alive
You’d teach him how to bake
99% of the time the kitchen would be a wreck and you’d both definitely need a shower or bath because of how much of the ingredients got all over the both of you
You’d play games that were easy like Trouble and Candyland
You’d watch all the Disney movies and TV shows together
He’d give the best cuddles 
Baby boy loves his cuddles
Wow does this boy love you
He’d literally kill for you in a heartbeat
Totally die for you too
But you would never let that happen because you love him so much
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Coᥣιᥒ Zᥲbᥱᥣ
Colin is the sweetest boy ever
Like Kyle, he falls hard and fast
Probably even faster than Kyle
He’s literally a little puppy when you’re dating
Always ecstatic to see you and just wants some love (hugs + kisses)
Since he works so much, he tries to make as much time for you on the weekends as he possibly can
You’d go out to dinner at fancy restaurants
And do more low-key things like cook some dinner and watch a movie
Some nights he’d text you pretty late after he’s been working on a case for hours on end
You’d go over to his house to distract him and make his day less stressful
Because you always made him feel so happy and were a great distraction from his work 
Late nights on the couch, drinking beer and talking until the early hours of the night
Sometimes you’d both fall asleep on the couch with his head on your chest
Depending on what time he went to work in the morning, you’d get up early so you could have some breakfast with him
Don’t expect pancakes and eggs
It’s all about the bagels
But you can expect to have peanut butter, cream cheese, and jelly, Nutella, any kind of spread you can think of
He cares about you so much and would do just about anything for you
He’d go out of his way to make you happy with no complaints
Probably would tell you he loved you within 2 months on a whim without thinking it through
But you loved him too so it didn’t scare you away
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Jᥱff Pfιstᥱr
Dating Jeff could go one of two ways I think
The two things that remain the same are:
Doing lots of cocaine 
And giving lots of head
One way dating him could go is:
He’d probably not consider you his partner for like 6 months, if ever
He isn’t the most caring person, so don’t expect many praises from him
He might have Mutt send you some gifts here and there but he’d never do it himself
Maybe if he likes you enough he’ll send you flowers or something with a note that says ‘thanks for the bjs’ 
Don’t expect a sappy note from him
If you ever told him you love him, he’d probably laugh and do a line of coke and ask for a bj
After like a year of you two being together, he’d probably say “I guess I love you” or some shit
He’d probably secretly care more than he lets on
Definitely not a top-tier boyfriend but if you want some coke, he’d definitely hook you up for a bj in return
Another way it could go:
You give him the best bj of his life and he’s head over heels for you like a legit puppy 
He’d be begging you to come to the office for a line and also a bj as much as possible
Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll give you head (I said maybe)
He’d probably send you flowers that he picked out himself
Not just one bouquet
Like 20 to fill up a room in your house or your whole office
He’d get you a job where he works so that you can be together as much as possible
He doesn’t just like you for your head game
Probably says ‘I love you’ after like 2 months but by accident while you’re giving him head
Dating Jeff isn’t terrible, he does have a soft side that he only shows for you
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Pᥱtᥱr Mᥲxιmoff
If you’re dating Peter, you’re in for a wild ride
He probably does the dumbest shit
And you’d probably either join in or record it
He’s pretty funny, so you’d be laughing constantly when you’re with him
Sometimes he can get lost in his video games
So you’d have to pry him away, which isn’t that hard because he’s a puppy for you
He’d fall hard and fast
Of course, it’d fast
Literal simp
You cannot tell me this boy wouldn’t be a simp the second he saw you
If you’re at the X-Mansion with him and were both teachers, you’d constantly be getting into trouble with Logan and Professor X
Logan would be so done with your shit 
At one point he’d just groan and roll his eyes and say “Not this shit again” and light a cigar, pretending like he didn’t see a thing
Playing pranks on everyone from the teachers to the kids
The kids obviously love Peter so much and he loves them
So by default, they’d love you too
Peter would take you for runs everywhere
That meant you could go everywhere and anywhere in seconds 
Just not over the ocean, he’s not that fast… he’s tried
He’d take you to your favorite state
If you loved Philly cheese steaks, he’d run to Philly and get them for you
If you loved Chicago deep dish pizza, he’d run there and bring it to you
Definitely steal it all because boy is a kelpto
He’d literally do anything you’d ask in a flat-out second
Probably even do that before you were dating because boy was simpin hard
During the holidays, you’d go out and do all the festivities
Including apple picking, dressing up for Halloween, getting pumpkins, going over to each other's houses for Thanksgiving, ice skating around the winter time, spending Christmas morning together, being together for Hanukkah, whichever holiday you celebrate
Overall, dating Peter would be so wholesome but buckle up cuz you’re in for a while ride
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My Hero - Peter Maximoff X GN Reader
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Title: My Hero
Peter Maximoff X GN Reader
Additional Characters: N/A
WC: 653
Warnings: Arachnophobia (fear of spiders), Reader's gender is not specified, and that's it really
Peter was just relaxing in one of the living rooms in the mansion, playing on his Gameboy, when he heard a familiar scream. Shooting up and off the couch, Peter ran over, instantly making it to the kitchen entrance, seeing your frightened expression staring at something on the floor. Peter followed your line of sight and saw a small black spider.
"Peter! Please! Kill it!" You exclaimed, taking an involuntary step back as if it would bite.
You were trembling as the fear gripped you even stronger, watching the thing move around on the floor, crawling towards you. "Please!"
Peter smiled a bit, amused, but seeing the tears threatening to escape your eyes, he frowned before nodding.
"Yeah, alright. But, I'm not killing it." He spoke, grabbing a piece of a newspaper and a mug from the counter.
Walking over, Peter crouched down and quickly trapped the spider in the cup, sliding the paper under and picking the trapped spider up. Walking to the kitchen window, you shuddered away from the cup, eyes trained on the spider as Peter opened the window. Peter then shooed the spider out of the mansion, before closing the window, tossing the paper away in the trash, and putting the cup in the sink.
You let out a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. You felt disgusting. You felt as if there were many tiny spiders crawling all over you and in your hair. You knew it was just your fear and imagination. Peter walked over and you backed away, eyeing his hands.
"Could... Could you please wash your hands?" You asked and Peter nodded, using his mutation to run to the sink, wash up, and back.
Bringing his arms back out, you sighed, immediately falling into his arms, feeling the tears well up in your eyes once more. He held you tight, patting your back softly until the sobs started to subside, allowing you to take deep breaths again.
"I'm sorry," You whispered. "I didn't mean to freak out like that... I just hate spiders."
Peter smirked and kissed your forehead. "It's fine, It's not your fault. It's the spider's fault for breaking in." He joked lightly.
You sniffled again and looked up at him, frowning slightly. "So you don't think it's weird? I mean I can fight bad guys but not a spider?"
He shook his head, reaching up to wipe your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs. "No, no. It's okay. I think, even if you have a fear of spiders, that you are still very brave." He chuckled, nuzzling his nose with yours, "You're the bravest person I know."
You blushed, looking down. "Thank you, Peter..." You mumbled. "And, thank you for saving me, my hero."
Peter placed his hand on your shoulder, the other hand tilting your chin up, making you look at him. "No need to thank me, my dear. I'll always come to your rescue."
Even though Peter had spoken in a terrible British accent, your heart soared hearing those words, feeling warm inside. You gave Peter a light peck on the lips and he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
"Every time I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love." You muttered, snuggling your face in Peter's chest. "I’m so glad I met you.”
"I feel the same way. I mean, have you taken a look at yourself? You are gorgeous." Peter smiled and kissed random parts of your face as you giggled. "You're absolutely perfect."
You smiled, before placing a hand on Peter's cheek. "I'm so lucky to have you, Peter." You said, kissing his other cheek.
His smile grew wider as he pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm lucky to have me too." He teased, as you gently hit his chest, pouting.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding... No one is luckier than me."
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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year
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Morning Head - Peter Maximoff
cw: waking Peter up w a blowjob
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Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @humdrumexistence @simp4petermaximoff @sultrysullen @evan4ever @paujmr @jangsuzchap
Peter slept so peacefully beside you, his arm tucked up under his head of silver hair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, even, soft breaths passing through his parted lips. You propped your cheek up on your hand, your elbow bent, just to watch him. Before a devious plan crosses your mind.
Gazing down at the blanket as it drapes across his hips, you noticed the obvious tent in the front of his boxers. The sight alone had the heat rise to your cheeks and a soft groan escape your lips. It was already past your usual wake up time, and it wouldn’t hurt to give Peter a little push.
You reposition yourself between his open legs without waking him, and peel the blanket from his body. Your mouth begins to water just at the thought of the pre cum that was sure to glisten from the tip of his cock. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.
Beginning to pull down his boxers next, you stopped just as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach in a way that made your heart flip. Nestling comfortably between his thighs, you lick your lips in preparation for your next move.
You bring your head down to his tip, and test him by licking a stripe up his length. When he doesn’t stir, you take the entire tip in your mouth and begin to hum as the salty taste coats your tongue.
He grumbles, but his eyes stay shut. You continue your movements, wrapping a hand around the base and inching more of him into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, taking half of him at a time, making sure to slick his entire length in your saliva. It trickles down to your fingers, and gives you the lubrication you need to slide your hand up and down in coordination with your lips.
Peter lets out a raspy moan, his hips buckling up softly to meet your hungry mouth. You come up for air, and sink back down on him, removing your hand for a moment to fit as much of his cock as you can in your mouth.
Not taking your eyes off his face, you notice the way it screws in pleasure in his half awoken state, and soon his eyes slowly open. His lips curl into a smile, and a soft, but hoarse, chuckle leaves his lips.
“What are you doing down there?” He mumbles, not without tangling his fingers in your hair as you kitten lick his tip.
You flutter your lashes at him without a word, and dip back down to take him again entirely in your mouth. He groans louder this time, his head falling back to meet the pillow, and his grip on your hair grows tighter.
Your hand wraps back around his length as you continue to pleasure him, getting more aroused by the second as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby,” he moans, pushing your head down to swallow his dick whole. You gag at the sudden action, but close your eyes and savour the feeling of his swollen head as it nudges the back of your throat.
Your actions speed up, and with your hand following close behind your lips, you feel the muscles in Peter’s thighs contract. You can tell he’s close, so you remove your mouth from him entirely, and just use your hand to finish him off. It slides seamlessly over his length with the help of your spit, the squelch of its wetness circling the room.
“Oh shit- fuck- I’m cumming,” Peter groans, looking down at you as you stick your tongue out against his tip in preparation for his load.
With the final buckle of his hips, he releases all over your tongue, some of it spurting up onto your cheek. You moan softly as he undoes under your touch, riding his orgasm out in the palm of your hand. You swallow everything you can, and wipe the rest with the back of your hand.
Moving to straddle his thighs, you kitten lick the back of your hand for the rest of his release, and admire the fucked out expression on his face. He pants, with his eyes closed momentarily, before they open again to stare into yours. You grind up against him with a wiggle of your hips and he sucks in a deep breath at the sensitivity.
His hands plant themselves on your hips to hold you still, and he lets out another chuckle.
“Did you like that?” You ask innocently, leaning over and hovering your red and swollen lips over his. He nods, capturing your lips in a swift kiss.
“I can definitely get used to waking up like that.”
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beanxemily · 1 year
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Y/n *taking down five guards*: I've got five, what about you Sam?
Sam *Panting*: I got six. Buck?
Bucky *Groaning*: I got four, someone check on Peter and Kate.
Kate *Shuffling with Peter behind the group*: We got McDonald's...
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yandereunsolved · 14 days
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⍣ ೋ Yandere Peter Maximoff ⍣ ೋ
"You can run but you can't hide, babe. They call me Quicksilver for a reason."
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dominos-palast · 11 months
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Pillow replacement
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Fandom: XMen
Pairing:   Peter Maximoff x gn!reader
Characters mentioned: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Professor X
Used Pronouns: (they/them)
Warnings: none
A/N: In this story, reader is a psychic. They came from an isolated place and joined the school (here academy for some reason) not too long ago. They can use for example Telekinesis.
P.S.: This was written with a platonic relationship in mind, but you are free to perceive it however you like.
P.S.S.: This happens after the events of Apocalypse (2016) (Scott and Jean are teenagers and Quicksilver decided to stay at Xavier’s School)
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Summary: Reader can’t sleep without hugging something. When the other kids use all the pillows to create a fortress of pillows in the academy, reader has to improvise. Word Count: 4k
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Peter lay comfortably on his bed while reading some comic book he took from Scott’s room when he wasn’t around. He had his headphones on and was listening to Floyd at full volume. Because of this, he missed the knocking on the door.
He looked up and took the headphones off. “It’s basic manners to knock before you enter, you know?”
You rolled your eyes and stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind you.
“I can hear the music from over here. Why don’t you turn the volume down before you become mute.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled. “You mean deaf?”
You sighed at the realisation. Peter just grinned and slowly incorporated himself, leaving the comic and the headphones on the bed.
“Let me be. I’m too tired to think right now.” You pinched your nose bridge while still holding onto the door knob. Your eyelids were heavy from fatigue.
“Oh yeah, you weren’t around for breakfast. We should prohibit missions before 9 A.M.” He looked into the distance dramatically, remembering the many times he had been forced to wake up in the early morning hours to rescue civilians from burning buildings and such. Why couldn’t people blow buildings up in the afternoon?
“Why don’t you take a nap, though?” He ended up asking.
“That’s why I am here. The other kids are doing some massive fort out of pillow in the living room, and they took mine as well, and you know I can’t sleep without hugging something.”
“You didn’t fight for your beloved pillows? That sure is out of character.” He smirked teasingly.
“Last time I did, I ended up getting scolded by the Professor for sticking them to the wall with my powers. Anyway, would you lend me some-”
He grabbed the bag full of dirty laundry he had been leaning on. “Mine were also taken.”
You groaned displeased, and were about to leave the room when he quickly added, “You could use me as a pillow.”
You stopped in your tracks and looked at him, throwing a deadly glance. You saw him flinch.
“Nevermind, I wouldn’t qualify as a pillow anyway…huh?”
Peter didn’t know how to react to you dragging your feet in his direction. You took off some layers from your outfit and threw them on the ground without a care in the world. Then you climbed onto the bed. Finally, Peter snapped out of his confusion and smirked to himself, laying his head on the bag packed with laundry and spreading his arm so he could embrace you as you laid your head on his chest. You hugged his waist and put a leg on him, just as if he was a pillow. He looked down at you happily and made sure you felt comfortable. Then he squeezed you gently.
“I thought you wanted to hang me for offering you myself. You really must be tired to have accepted my request.” He admitted.
“I will hang you if you don’t shut it, speedy boy”, You replied, your eyes already closed.
He just giggled and rested his head on yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Didn’t you go get them?” asked Jean, already in her suit.
Scott replied in an annoyed tone. “Not in their room, and not in the living room sticking people to the wall. I can’t find them anywhere. Can we just go without them?” Scott groaned at Jean’s disapproving look. “I don’t know why the Professor insists on bringing them along. We already have you as a psychic.”
“Stop complaining, will you? Go look for them in Peter’s room.”
“They are the most antisocial person I have ever met, and you believe they’d be together in a room? We would have seen Peter flying off a window already.” Scott followed Jean to Peter’s room.
“Don’t be dramatic. They only have to get used to other people. They haven’t had it easy before coming here, after all”, she said.
But Scott wouldn’t take that as an answer. He still had bruises from the first time he had met you. Although he knew it had been his fault for pushing your buttons, you still didn’t have to throw him across the room in front of the other XMen.
Jean stopped in her tracks and pressed a finger to her lips, then opened the door to Peter’s room. Scott peeked inside. His mouth dropped.
There you were, Peter and you cuddled to each other, both sleeping peacefully.
Jean smirked, “I told you.” He glanced up in annoyance. “Let’s let them sleep. The Professor will understand.”
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mendesxruel · 2 years
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𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 | 𝐏. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟
summary: angst + fluff, mention of an argument with Pietro and how it sorts out later
warnings: mentions of arguing, mention of breakfast
words: 430+
library account: @lolaslibrary | marvel masterlist
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Cuddling was very special for you and Pietro. It brought you peace and quiet, and for him, it felt good having you in his arms, he liked the warm feeling of keeping you protected.
It had become a habit for the two of you since you moved in together. It was always the same way: after you two clean up from having dinner, you’d put on your favourite, most comfortable set of pyjamas, snuggle underneath some blankets and wait for Pietro to do the same and come hold you.
Although, this night was different.
You didn’t want to think about the arguing that had happened an hour ago, it had been too much, so you just stayed quiet, internalising your feelings. You had even forgotten what it was all about - you didn’t exactly want to remember it - you were tired and just wanted to rest.
You could see Pietro pacing around the rooms from the corner of your eye. Instead of a fast, impatient pace, he walked around slowly.
Tilting your head slightly to the side, you noticed the bitter look on his face. He unconsciously tried to hide his distressed expression by staring at the floor, and running his hand through his hair and face, with a million thoughts in his head.
His body wasn’t racing around, but his mind was.
You didn’t have a superpower to read his thoughts, but they were filled with regret. However, he was too proud to apologise, for now.
Later, when your eyelids were already feeling heavy and you felt very sleepy, you sensed Pietro’s presence beside the bed.
You swallowed your pride and gazed at him, but when you did, he was already heading to the living room. You realised he had decided to sleep on the couch.
“Babe?” you whispered, tiredly.
He turned around quickly, like all he wanted to hear was you calling for him.
As he walked back to the bed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you, and he snuggled beside you, burying his face in your neck.
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he mumbled onto your skin before placing a soft kiss on it, “I’ll make up to it, promise.”
That was all he could say before falling asleep.
Both of you were mature enough and had stopped being stubborn, giving in to holding each other that night.
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The next morning, you woke up to breakfast in bed made by Pietro. After sorting everything out and him apologising again, you two went back to your usual routine: cuddling.
After all, you two loved each other, and that was all that truly, deeply mattered.
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homicidal-slvt · 3 months
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"That's Not Mistletoe"
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MDNI
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Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader
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Warnings: Very Vague Angst, Pure Fluff, Cheesy As Fuck
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Christmas time rolls around only once a year and honestly- that seems like once too many these days.
Missions, missions and more missions... God, life is a real kick in the ass, huh?
Then there's the holidays where things continue to be chaos and you just- miss your family. Miss what it used to be like as a kid before everything went to shit. Oh well.
"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?"
You look up to spot the one and only Peter Maximoff, standing there with a bowl full of cereal munching on it with his hand- Seriously, has this guy never heard of a spoon?
Is he your best friend? Yes. Does that mean you also think he's a hype-speed disaster? Definitely.
"Just a little sick of listening to Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree for the umpteenth time."
"Oooo, someone's a bit grinchy."
"Yeah, well- it ain't exactly 'The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year' for me."
"Maaaybe, I can change that."
Oh, you know that look in those big beautiful brown eyes. Deceptively adorable but most definitely going to get into trouble.
Peter is both the smartest and dumbest person you know. He can be super intelligent and quick witted but also often doesn't think things through fully.
However, you can't resist that charming grin and flicker of mischief. Deciding to up whatever this is into a game- a challenge. Peter loves challenges.
"Alrighty then. Go ahead and play my Silver Santy Claus. Make my spirit bright and merry."
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You just lay pathetically on your back in the snow with the flakes falling on your face, not bothering to move at all.
"That is not how you make a snow angel."
"My bones hurt, Peter. You're lucky. Your speedy ass is warm by nature."
His eyes meet yours and there's something in the moment, his cheeks and nose ever so slightly red, snowflakes glistening in his silver hair. It looks like he belongs in a winter wonderland- genuinely got a bit of a cute Jack Frost look goin' on right now.
'Fwip'
Before you could stare too long in a silver blur he's abruptly flopped down into the snow by your side, star-fishing against the ground to make a snow angel, his foot nudging your leg in the process.
"Ah, god... Personal space, Peter."
"Oops."
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Highlight of the day so far? Peter unintentionally ice skating.
He rushes by you carrying the cold wind with him, which is very much not appreciated given you were already feeling like a total popsicle...
He made a major error though- the sidewalk was a bit icy in a spot and you watch him go flying across the ground, feet straight out from under the poor guy.
You watch as he ends up face down in a random pile of snow, luckily he doesn't seem to be too injured or anything... So, like any good friend you start laughing like hell.
"Holy shit, dude. You okay?"
"Yep... Just wounded my ego."
He simply brushes it right off and flashes a bright grin up at you, snow clinging all over his face, some flakes trapped in his eyelashes...
Oh shit- cute...
Little did you know- his whole chest swelled with warmth at your laughter. It was like the cold and busting his ass was entirely irrelevant when he saw your beaming smile. This is all he wanted...
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Decorating your room with Quickie? What could go wrong!
You stare at the stupid amount of silver tinsel just- everywhere. Like. He put it everywhere.
Because of course he went ham with the silver theme.
"We need more colors, Peter."
His elbow nudges your side as he comes to a halt by you, shuffling his feet and stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Are ya kidding? I think silver suits you almost as much as it does me."
Your eyes glance down to realize you also got wrapped in silver tinsel as well, an unamused expression gracing your face as you look back up at him.
It is funny but you aren't gonna give him that.
"More color, Peter."
"Alright, alright... I'll go get the other boxes."
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Before you know it- you have gotten really into Christmas. It feels like you're a kid again, arranging the ornaments just so on the mini tree in the corner of your room. Everything else that happened to make you bitter towards the holiday fades towards the background.
Christmas is fun when you have someone to celebrate with.
"Look who's gettin' into the holiday spirit... Seems I really am Silver Santy Claus."
Your eyes roll dramatically as you turn to face a clearly overly-proud-of-himself Peter. You'd think he just saved a bus full of civilians with the twinkle in his eyes.
"Yeah, okay, Santa."
"Wanna sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas-"
He was gonna crack a joke and tease you but had no idea where he was taking that and it also... Sounded a bit - well - yeah. An awkward pause follows and you can't stop yourself from laughing.
"Jesus, Peter. Stuff really just falls outta your mouth, huh?"
"The offer still stands."
Oh. Well now you're blushing. Not good.
He grins triumphantly rather than being embarrassed, instead just teasing the hell out of you anyway.
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The colored light twinkle so vibrantly around your room, it truly feels like a fantasy land.
Your gaze lands on Peter who looks to be just as enamored by the Christmas lights, the colors reflecting across his hair and basking him in the vibrant glow, little flickers of blue, green, red and pink dotting in his big doe eyes.
He looks back at you after a moment and it seems he sees the exact same thing happening to you, colors dancing across your face in a mesmerizing fashion.
He points up at the ceiling to draw your attention there.
"Well, would ya look at that... It's tradition to kiss under it, right?"
"Peter... That's not mistletoe. That's a piece of a tree branch from the yard."
Not another word is uttered before your lips meet his anyway under the Christmas lights, Peter was never one to waste time after all. Fingers clutching onto his fluffy silver locks with his hands rested against your back to tug you impossibly close.
You taste the remnants of various sweets on his lips, warmth blooming through your veins as you two part after a moment.
"Does this count as your Christmas gift this year?"
"Shut up, Peter."
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{This is so stupid but I wanted to write something for Christmas LOL}
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its-really-dry · 2 years
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i knowwwww it's been a while- but hey. here's an incorrect quote to make up for that :3
wanda: alright detka, tasha and i will be home soon *kisses y/n*
nat: please behave *kisses them too*
y/n: but i can't be left unsupervised!
nat: that is true. i do wanna come back to a compound. peter? could you keep an eye out on y/n while wanda and i are out?
peter: i can't be left alone without an adult. mr stark said so
nat: again, that is true. although you are way more responsible than y/n-
y/n: HEY
nat: an adult should always be present
peter: correct
nat: bishop? could you keep an eye out on peter as he supervises y/n while wands and i are out, please?
kate: i'd need an adult-ier adult with me. i am known not to be the best babysitter
nat: okay then. sestera? could you keep an eye out on kate while she helps out peter as he supervises y/n while wands and i are out?
yelena: i would surely need a mentally stable person to keep me company while keeping order to this chaos?
kate: ok now that's just rude
nat: GOD *sighs* fine. barnes. keep yelena company as she assists kate, while she keeps an eye on peter who is supervising y/n
bucky: then how am i supposed to concentrate when i'm fixing my arm?
nat: YOU KNOW WHAT? F**K ALL OF THIS Y/N GET UP AND GET YOUR A$$ OUTSIDE YOU'RE COMING WITH US
y/n: yay!!!!!
wanda: *stops the wiggly woos and smiles as that was what she wanted all along*
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zombie-hickey · 15 days
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[Crimson Silver]
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Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader
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Warnings: MDNI, Yandere!Peter, Murder, General Obsessive/Creepy Behavior
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Summary: Peter is just looking out for his best friend, right?
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He adores you with every fiber of his being, you're his best friend in the whole wide world after all!!! The speedy dork just can't tear himself away from you for a mere moment.
Your smile and laugh is like a drug to him, making him grin wide and he feels like he may just get sugar high from how sweet you are, you have him higher up in the clouds than any dessert or weed ever could... So, of course he gets a bit jealous when someone else makes you laugh till you snort - why wouldn't he be? It's no biggie. Doesn't mean anything.
Yeah, sometimes he scares guys off who wanna flirt with you - but he's just looking out for his bestie! That dude was baaad news, just trust him, he's a hero after all! Only ever has your best interests at heart. Promise.
Sometimes he follows you home but it's just to keep an eye on you for safety reasons. You have no idea how many creeps may be lurking around in the dark - it's a good thing your dear friend is Quicksilver himself!
Yeah, okay, maybe one time he snooped around your room while you were out and went through some very personal belongings... But it wasn't with nefarious intentions, honest! He just was bored and curious....
Okay, mayyybe he memorized where you keep your spare house key but what if there's an emergency? That's not creepy at all.... Nope. Just wants to check in sometimes - it's chill. Yeah.
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Red swirls around and down the sink drain, scrubbing his hands clean of the sin he just committed, heart pounding in his ears with a sudden rush he couldn't quite explain...
You had started dating some guy - just an average dude...
Peter told you over and over he wasn't good enough for you - the guy had a wandering eye... At least that's what the silver haired bundle of energy insisted. You just brushed off his concerns as being over protective, insisting in your trust in your boyfriend.
Peter was desperate, okay?
It wasn't meant to go like this... He was just trying to reason with the guy but this dude just - he wouldn't leave....
It escalated but it wasn't his fault!!! Honestly it wasn't!!!
He keeps telling himself that anyway, feeding his delusion in that he was in the right, that he's just looking out for you...
Until he can't pretend anymore that he's just being a good friend. He can't.
"Shit..."
It's a soft utter in the otherwise silent bathroom, looking in the mirror to see his own brown eyes peering back at him, they seem so much darker than usual... It's unsettling even to him, makes his insides clench and his stomach feel sick. What has he done? He's supposed to save people. What kind of monster has he become, so obsessed with you like some sort of lovesick puppy, a violent lovesick puppy.
Only one thing is for sure... You can never find out.
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chaosofmanyfandoms · 7 months
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I've been watching a ton of Marvel movies lately and want to get back to writing a little bit when I can. Please send in requests! If I really like the idea, I might try writing smut too!
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multimuseficreblogs · 2 years
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❅ pedro pascal & oscar isaac characters ↳ including jonathan levy, steven grant, marc spector, abel morales, jake lockely, miguel o'hara, nathan bateman, dave york, dieter bravo, din djarin, dio morrissey, ezra, frankie morales, jack daniels, javi gutierrez, javier pena, joel miller, marcus moreno, marcus pike, maxwell lord, max phillips, oberyn martell, pero tovar, & tim rockford
❅ marvel ↳ including bucky parnes, loki, natasha romanoff, peter parker, stephen strange, steve rogers, wanda maximoff, kate bishop, frank castle & matt murdock
❅ misc. fandoms ↳ including american horror story, criminal minds, jurassic park/world, outer banks, pirates of the caribbean, teen wolf
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justsomerandomfanfic · 11 months
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X-Men Masterlist
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Updated Masterlist - HERE -
🜹♡🜹 John Allerdyce 🜹♡🜹
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sunflowerharrington · 2 years
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“Don’t Be A Cheeseball, Twinkie!”
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just some peter fluff x
warning(s) - mention of sex
wc - ~1.7k
tags - fluff, declarations of love, pete being a lil’ floofball, friends with benefits to lovers i guess? i think? i don’t know, man.
what’s this? me posting twice in one day? i’m on a roll, babes! also, my first gn!reader fic.
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It’s late, and home-time for the students. But a fight has broken out on the training field and seems to be growing in intensity, with students jumping to conclusions down each other’s throats about whatever it is they’re arguing about. Logan is trying to calm the situation down, but seems to only make every heated situation he steps into ten times worse than they needed to be.
“Hey, can you all just calm down, even for a few seconds?” You ask, a sense of calm rushing through your voice, not wanting to startle the students, but they ignore you as they always did.
Through the shouting, you barely manage to hear a soft whoosh come from in the distance, but you do, and immediately your senses warm. Your stomach empties of all emotion bar one, and the butterflies replace your organs as your insides fire up. Not by anger, not by irritation, but by the power and hypnotic spell one man has over you.
Even the smallest of gestures manage to light your body on fire, aching for some attention from him, for his touch, his lips... But he always seems to give it all away to every other woman who crosses his path, especially the new women who arrived at the mansion a few days ago.
Jealousy became your middle name within your first day at the Academy. Choosing him was a mistake, but you couldn’t help falling under his spell the moment he mentioned Pac-Man and his love for Pink Floyd. There’s something about him that none of the other men at the academy have, a split personality. Or rather, two versions of himself. He has child-like qualities to his personality. He acts like a kid sometimes, in the sense of having a carefree attitude and no filter. He’s what you would call a ‘Man-Child.’ But as soon as those lights turn off at night, and the sheets are thrown over your head, away from your adult responsibilities, the devil replaces his pure soul, leaving you breathless at every touch, every mention of your name, every acknowledgment of your existence. His presence intoxicates you.
Your cheeks flush as you come back to your senses, hoping no one notices, or knows what you have just been thinking about. You take a deep breath and remove yourself from the argument and away from the students who are still ignoring you. Even though you have been marked as the peacemaker and the mediator of the X-Mansion, sometimes the peacemaker needs some peace of their own.
You stretch the tension from within your shoulders and exhale deeply, the only thing that would be even more relaxing than this is a massage from the man with the fastest fingers in the world. And every night, when the lights go down, he lives up to that name.
You shudder with pleasure at the memories as your eyes fall on him, lying down on the grass with his hands behind his head, looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky.
The scent of the grass and pollen fills your nose as you breathe in and out in time with the crickets and birds chirping in the distance. You stroll towards him, and notice that he hasn’t been looking at the stars, but has fallen into a light sleep.
He’s exhausted from the training and all of his missions, you think to yourself as you lay next to him, carefully pulling him up into your arms, and he welcomes your embrace with a sleepy smile.
The breeze causes your hands to grow ice cold, and you try your hardest to not touch off Peter with them, but you can’t help it. You need him in your arms, like a child with their favourite teddy bear, never wanting to let go.
“Hey, Twinkie…” he says, eyes still closed as he moves to lay his head on your chest.
You don’t reply, with words, instead cradling his jaw with your free hand as finally, he opens his eyes, immediately waking up the ravens inside your chest, and they start flapping about, trying to break through your rib cage and set themselves free.
He rubs his hands over his face and whines in protest over the argument still present over the far side of the training field. “Why can’t everyone just be friends?”
“Life doesn’t work like that. Some people are going to hate each other no matter what they do, or don’t do.”
“Are you talking about…?”
“Logan’s birthday? Yes.”
That goddamn party. When Peter allegedly hooked up with not only one, not only two, but three different women. And kissed Logan. Apparently. But it wasn’t like that. He did none of that. His feelings towards you are so real, so genuine, and so pure. And you have never felt this amount of gratitude towards someone, and some may even call it: love.
But against all odds, you have pushed through the comments, the snarky remarks from students and colleagues behind your backs, and even getting past the fact that Erik tried breaking you and Peter’s friendship up. And Peter was there for you, every single step of the way. Reassuring you. Checking up on you and making sure you were okay. He is always there for you. Always.
Peter’s little sister, Wanda, seemed like the only one on your side, calling you Y/N Maximoff, and never your real surname. Mx Maximoff. Imagine having the same surname as him, you think to yourself just as Peter returns your embrace, running his calloused fingers up and down your back, catching you as you fall to your knees.
The falling doesn’t hurt you, as it isn’t a painful fall. In fact, it’s a fall you have never had before. Falling for somebody. So hard that you almost can’t even handle it.
“Don't listen to what other people say. Do what’s right, for you, and nobody else,” he says, comfortingly, pressing a gentle, platonic kiss to the side of your forehead. “And if that means going against what everyone says, screw them. You do you, ok?”
Your body shudders once more as his magic touch sends waves of warmth throughout you.
“You’re all tense? What’s the matter, babe?” He asks, softly as he circles around behind you, placing the pads of his fingertips on your shoulders. He begins kneading your muscles like dough with firm pressure.
“I’m just- I’m not feeling like myself today,” you sigh, leaning backwards slightly before Peter pushes you back to sit up straight, continuing to melt each and every speck of tension in your shoulders.
“It’s going to be okay…” he whispers, following up by saying your name quietly. “I’m here for you.”
You melt once more under his touch, the tension of the argument and the party rolling away like the ocean retreating back from the sand on the beach. His hands are warm against your cool skin, and shivers travel up your spine and through your shoulders as he trails his fingers down your back. “Here, lie down.”
He releases you from his grip before speeding off to who knows where, before coming back moments later with a few pillows and blankets stacked in his arms. Peter lines the pillows and blankets up and lets you lie down comfortably on top of them before returning his hands to your shoulders. You close your eyes, enjoying the closeness of his body to yours, feeling the heat radiate off him. Almost like a human radiator.
“Honestly, I’ve not done that many massages… But it feels like I’m doing something right.”
He walks his fingertips down the length of your back slowly, and under the fabric of your shirt, exposing and giving him access to every part of your cold, delicate skin. You have no idea where his magic hands will go next, but then he rolls his hands back up, melting the last of the tension out of you.
“You really are,” you breathe out, almost to the point of falling asleep.
“Glad I can help.” He kneads your hips gently before travelling to the small of your back where he feels more tension, so he immediately makes it disappear. The massage continues for several more pleasant minutes, before the pressure on your back lifts and Peter removes his hands from your shoulders.
“Pete…”
“Hm?”
“There’s— I need to tell you something.”
“What is it, babe?” he asks softly, brushing the free strands of your hair from your face, cradling your chin in his hand.
Here it goes…
“I—” the words get stuck in your throat, and you just smile, hoping the words will come to you soon.
“Don’t be a cheeseball, Twinkie. I know exactly what you’re going to say,” he chuckles, cocooning his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.
“You do? Go on then, what was I going to say?”
“Are you challenging me?” He lifts his head up, quirking a brow, and a smirk crawls its way onto his lips.
“I am.”
“Okay,” he begins, throwing his arms around dramatically like he’s in a soap opera. “You’re madly in love with me, and you want to tell the whole world! Want me to get you a megaphone to help with that?”
How in the…?
“So, was I right?” He asks as he takes a bow, fanning himself as he listens to the fake audience clapping for him.
“Y-yes, Peter,” you say, almost breathless. “I love—” you begin, and the words still aren’t there. You dig deep to find them, but unfortunately, they’re locked away.
“I know.”
I know? That’s it?
He stands up, ready to leave. Extending out his arm for you to take, you walk arm in arm back up to the other group, just before Peter stops the both of you with the biggest grin on his face you have ever seen and says, “I love you too, Twinkie.”
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Don’t forget to say goodbye.
A/N: its officially spooky season!!! And I’ve decided to do a sort of kinktober/spooky fics for this month. I’ll be commiting to a story a week. So be sure to request characters, kink, and spooky creature. I’ll also be picking random notes where ive written down, a character pairing, a kink and a type of creature. 
This time it was, wanda x reader, ghost, and breath play. Enjoy ;)
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Alcohol, choking, hot wax, ghost/demon wanda, posessiveness, blood, bruises, swearing, smut, ouija board
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It is starting to get close to midnight, and they’re still not there. You had invited your friends over for drinks and for some spooky fun. Yelena had gone to pick them up like an hour ago, but had yet to return. You were pacing around worrying something had happened to them when the door flung open.
“We´re back!” Yelena stumbled in through the door with a bag in each hand. 
“I can see that.” You said in a dry tone. “What took you so long, and what's all this?” You pointed at the bags. As they hit the counter the sound of ringing from glass bottles hitting each other went through the flat, and so the mystery was solved. 
“You think we’ll need that much alcohol?” You asked as Thor wandered with yet another bottle of liquor.
“Oh no, this one is just mine.” He held the bottle close to his chest, directing his body away from you as you swiped your hand in front of him pretending to try and steal it.
“Well don't you think the ghosts would like some spirits too?” Yelena smirked. At the mere mention of a ghost, you could see Peter's face grow pale. You weren't entirely sure why he was here. When you had all first discussed doing the ouija board, he was clearly freaked out and if it wasn't for Thor insisting he’d come he would’ve more than likely stayed home. Steve wasn’t too fond of the idea either. He was steadfast in his beliefs that “ghosts don't exist”, and yet he refused to actually touch the board, only agreeing to watch the rest of the group play from afar. Thor full-heartedly believed in spirits and held no fear for the dead, only respect. You two had met through a Norse pagan coven, not many knew that this giant beefy guy was into crystals and worshipping the freja. 
The person you really hadn't expected this night, was Yelena's sister. Natasha had really just meant to visit Yelena, but since she forgot these plans, Nat was simply forced to tag along. She didn't seem to mind all that much. She found herself a beer and a comfy spot on the couch. 
You started setting up the board as Yelena handed out drinks.
“Are you joining?” Thor asked as he sat down next to Nat on the couch.
“Me? umm yeah sure why the hell not.” She leaned forward her elbows on her knees. Watching you light the candles, kneeling on the floor by the wooden coffee table.
“Well great we get 5 people after all.” You received a frown from Steve, who was walking toward the couch at a snail's pace.
“Alright! let's talk to some dead people.” Yelena sat down opposite you. Peter took the last spot on the couch, nervously holding on to a glass of coke.  Steve moved a chair to sit down in a corner he deemed at a safe distance.  
“Alright, everyone two fingers on the cup.” The original piece had been lost and so a glass replaced it. You started with the basics questions, is anyone there etc but nothing happened, which had steve saying I told you. You all sat in silence waiting for anything to happen. Yelena started talking out loud to any potential spirits, essentially just sharing her every thought. Natasha moved her pointer finger and placed it on top of yours taping them a few times. You smiled at one another, before looking back down. You tapped her back, but before Nat could respond the glass started moving. Everyone went silent, as it slowly moved across the board.
“Lena, are you moving it?” Steve sounded from the corner. 
“Of course I'm not fucking moving it, I was in the middle of telling a story and they cut me off.“ Her eyes were fixed on the cup.
It was just about to reach the word “no” when peter freaked and pulled away his hand, accidentally knocking over his glass. The loud bang made everyone jump and let go of the cup. But things did not quiet down.
“It’s still moving,” Yelena whispered moving away from the board. Everyone watched as it slowly circled no over and over til it all of a sudden went sliding off the board landing in Natasha's lap.
“Nope, I’m done ill be in the bedroom if you need me.” Steve left the room slamming the door behind him.
They all watched Nat where she sat holding the cup in her hands.
“Is this normal?” She asked turning to you. You only shook your head unable to speak.
“What the hell did you do to piss off the ghost Natasha?” Yelena laughed. 
“How is this funny?” Peter seemed to be on the verge of tears. 
“Peter you wanna go check on steve for me?” He took you up on the offer clearly needing a break The rest of you got back to the board. Natasha was now slightly hesitant to put her hands back on the board.
Yelena was the first to speak. ”Do you not like my sister?” She asked and sure enough, the cup moved to no. Yelena clearly found it amusing. “Why not?” She pried. and it started spelling something out, C…A…N… “Can't keep her hands to herself” Yelena exclaimed. “Wow, Nat did you just slut shamed by a ghost?!” She laughed. Nat was however not laughing. You both looked at each other in confusion. 
“I’m sorry Y/N I made you uncomfortable…” She started.
“What? No Nat I didn’t do that, you’re all good.” She seemed to believe you but was clearly still unsettled. Yelena caught the moment and was quick to follow up.
“You don’t like Natasha touching Y/N?” It moved again spelling out something new. T…H…E…Y…R…E…M..I…N…E 
With those words a shiver wet down your spine. 
“Alright, that's a bit much even for me,” Thor said nervously looking at you.
“Yeah, I think it's time to stop,” Yelena agreed. 
“Are you sure?” You were certainly creeped out, but also curious.
“Dude I don’t know much about this stuff, but that doesn't sound good.” Natasha swiped the cup off the table.
“I say we go out?” Yelena stood up. Most everyone agreed, wanting to get the hell out of your flat as fast as possible.
“Boys! All clear!” Natasha yelled as she walked over knocking on the door. The two peeked out confirming that you had fact stopped.
“You wanna come with us out?” Thor barely had to say the words before Peter was putting on his jacket.
“You coming Y/N?” Yelena asked.
“I’m a bit tired I think I’ll stay here.” You leaned back against the counter.
“I can stay with you, if you want?” Natasha offered, looking worried.
“I’m okay guys really just gonna watch a movie and then go to sleep.” You smiled trying to reassure them.
“Alright, but I'm taking this.” she picked up the board placing it under her arm. “Don’t want you messing around with that alone.” 
And with that, they all left. Were you scared to be left alone here? Hell yes, but something was urging you to stay and maybe that should have been your first warning.
You didn't bother blowing out the candles, they were black pillar candles that you had found in the flat when you moved in, and you found them quite comforting. You settled on watching The Adams family since it was just the right amount of spookiness for you at this moment. 
After a few minutes, your eyelids got heavy and you are just about ready to drift off when the film comes to a stop. You frown reaching for the remote with a groggy vision, attempting to press play over and over, but all it did was a load.
“For fuck sake!” You yelled sitting up, and the tv went out. So did the lamp lit in the corner of the room. You froze, eyes set on the figure that was standing lurking in that corner. You wanted to run but couldn’t move an inch.
The figure started moving towards you and it was like a spell broke and you quickly hid under the blanket, certain you were about to be murdered, but nothing happened. Just silence. Until you felt the weight of someone sitting down next to you.
“Come on now don’t hide from me sweet thing.” Fingers gently traced up and down your leg. Your cheeks became wet with tears as you prayed for it to go away.
“That’s not very nice.” The voice growled, ripping the blanket off you in one motion. You scrambled away til you sat back against the other side of the couch. Across from you sat a woman, with long brown hair and glowing red eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face, as she watched you try to get away.
“Now now sweetheart I’m not going to eat you.” She giggled. “Or am I!” She launched forward, teeth clashing together inches from your face. The laugh she let was haunting nothing human about it. She quieted down and focused on your face. Her hand comes to your cheek, to wipe away a few tears.
“You’re so cute when you’re scared.” She whispered leaning forward only to lick a teardrop of your cheek. She moved away, and her fingers traced up one of the black candles. Her fingertips were black and you found yourself mesmerized by them as they danced over the flame.
“I’m glad you like my candles.” Her head turned back to you, a blank expression on her face.
“Yours?” you asked without thinking. She smiled dipping her fingers into the hot wax. 
“Yes, mine.” She tilted her head. “And now…” Her hand grabbed your face, her nails dug into your cheeks and jaw and the still hot wax burned your skin making you gasp. “...so are you.” She leaned down licking her lips, before moving down and pulling down your shorts. You stared at her nibbling on your thigh, surprised by the suddenness of her action. Red eyes looked up at you from between your legs before moving in and licking up your pussy. You let out a moan as she sucked on your clit. You hadn't meant to be so loud but the woman clearly enjoyed your response, sucking harder. You closed your eyes leaning back, only for her to stop. You felt her climb up your body leaning in for a kiss, you leaned in trying to deepen the kiss, and she sucks your lip into her mouth before biting down roughly on it. Once she lets go you taste iron, lip stinging. She’s quick to lap up the blood, before leaning in and whispering in your ear.
“Look at you letting your guard down…” her hand wraps around your throat. “...silly little thing.” Her grip tightens drastically, cutting off your airways. You struggle to try to loosen her grip, but she doesn't seem to notice, her smile is feral as she strangles you. Those red glowing eyes are the last thing you see before passing out. 
Your eyes fly open. The clock on the wall tells you it’s 4 am. You sit up panting and looking around, she’s nowhere to be seen. The tv is on once more and the credits are rolling.  The lamp is also on, and so are the candles. Oh thank god, it was just a dream you think to yourself. You turn off the tv and blow out the candles heading to the bathroom to shower and cool off before heading to bed. You hurry into the bathroom and lock the door still spooked by it all. You turn on the hot water and start to strip when you catch yourself in the mirror. You moved closer feeling the hair raise on your arms once more, as you stared at the bruise around your neck and the black wax going down your chest. You backed away from the mirror, and a pair of hands catch you landing on your back as a cold breath hits your neck.
“Oh good, you’re awake.”
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gorgeousgetawaycar · 1 year
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Send prompts please 😭 I’m stuck and I don’t know what to write right now. Ideally they’d be reader inserts with:
-Logan from Gilmore girls
-Steve Harrington
-Peter Maximoff
-Eddie Munson
-Stiles
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