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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Hello it’s me again! Peter Maximoff x non-mutant reader. Peter is super excited about something and he’s running around the room like a ball in a pinball machine. The reader is trying to grab him so he can explain what it is. When they finally do catch him, Peter hugs them back EXTREMELY tight, trying to “stay still” (boy is probably vibrating). The rest is whatever you come up with. :)

His Excitement Running Strong

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 729

Authors note: well hello again so lovely to see you again and thank you for the request as always, it is always welcome.

“Peter!” You shouted, poking your head down to peek into his basement before your legs followed. He called you on the phone excitedly, very excitedly, mentioning to come over, because he had big news.

The last time he had “big news” it was nothing more than his favorite game having a new edition. That got him excited but nothing like this. When you called for him down the stairs all you heard was, “you’re here!” Before a gust of wind started traveling around the room.

“Woah,” you exclaimed, breeze immediately passing by you. Peter’s all over the place, practically bouncing off every corner and you can’t even keep up. You try to grab him but of course you’re basically miles off because he’s already moved on by then.

It was at that moment that you wondered if having powers yourself would make this a whole lot easier. Although you didn’t have any powers and couldn’t really catch him, there was still something you could try.

Collecting some nearby shoes and basically whatever you could find, you made a little barrier on the ground. The pla was simple, you were going to make him trip. It was a long shot and no doubt he could just avoid the obstruction but hopefully he’d be too distracted by his big news that he’d just fall right into your trap.

And to your genuine surprise, it worked…maybe a little too well. You watch in shock as he hits the ground harder than you expected.

“Peter!”

Dropping onto your knees you turn him over onto his back, “are you okay?” His expression still remained quite happy as he sprung up into a seated position, but before he could make any movement, you wrapped your arms around him, tight. You figured this way if he goes haywire you’ll just go with him.

“Wow, you’re practically vibrating,” you mutter while he imitates your earlier movement, wrapping you into a tighter hug, “don’t let go. If you let go I might not be able to stop.”

“Okay I won’t let go, but what’s got you so excited?” You ask peering up at him. His grin widens revealing most of his teeth and you smile back still confused due to lack of any more information. But luckily you don’t have it wait much longer to get it.

“Charles said you can come see the mansion.”

Your smile dropped, not quite expecting that. “I can come to the mansion?” You repeated, processing his words.

“Yeah, I asked Charles and he was iffy at first but he came up to me later and told me it was alright.”

Your arms loosen around him but he still holds onto you tight, “isn’t that kind of serious? I mean I’m not a mutant or anything.”

“It’s rare, but few non-mutants have seen the place,” his previous expression falls slightly into a forced one as he picks up the expression of concern written on your face, “aren’t you excited?”

Your eyes met his, noticing that your own mood was causing his to falter, “no I am! I mean this is awesome! I’ll get to see a new part of you, the teacher part,” you added rainsing your eyebrows and leaning into him a little, before leaning back again.

“I just…feel a little nervous that’s all. I’ll be the only one there without powers or anything…cool. Won’t it be…awkward?”

“Maybe.” Peter leans back a little to get a better view of you, while you look up, “but I’ll be right there with you, giving you the whole tour, I’ll never leave your side. It’ll be great, I absolutely promise you.” He gave you another squeeze, “I’m so excited for you to see everything.”

You couldn’t fight off the happiness that was spreading off from him again and honestly you were surprised by how enthusiastic he was about the situation especially considering how nonchalant he always acts about the whole being a part of the x-men thing.

But still, his words did reassure you that everything would be fine, and like you said it was a whole new part of him that you’ve never seen before. “I can't wait Peter.”

Sure it may be awkward and you were still anxious, but it was still exciting having him be able to share this part of his life with you and you couldn’t wait to see it.

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chloe-skywalker · 4 months

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Don't Listen To Them - Peter Maximoff

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bullying

Word count: 296

Summary: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “You make me feel good enough.”

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“Oh look, it's hot head.” A boy said coming up near where Y/n was admiring the nature at the mansion.

“Can you keep your temper under control or should the school be evacuated?” One of the girls in this group said. It was the same group that had been bullying her for a while.

“You gonna blow your top?” A different boy laughed.

“You should just leave.” The first boy added.

“Do us all a favor and blow yourself up.” Another girl scoffed glaring at Y/n.

After the bullies left when Y/n flashed her eyes red to scare them off, when she turned she saw Peter.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” Y/n stuttered.

“Long enough.” Peter said with a sad expression, he walked closer to her shaking his head. “Don’t listen to them.”

Y/n shrugged, looking down to her feet. “Hard not to. They do it every day.”

“Have you told anyone?” Peter asked, grabbing her hands in his.

“It’ll just make it worse.” Y/n shakes her head.

Peter sighed, he decided then and there he was going to do something about it.

“I think powers are extraordinary.” He told her putting his forehead against hers.

“I make explosions Peter. That’s not extraordinary that’s dangerous.” Y/n said with a defeated tone and expression.

“Y/n-”

“I’m a ticking time bomb.” Y/n cuts him off.

“Your a gorgeous, in control, ticking time bomb.” Peter smiled, getting her to laugh with his humor. “You're important to me and I believe you have one of the most important mutations of all.”

Y/n smiled looking up into his eyes. “You always make me feel good enough.”

Peter smiled back at her pulling her into a hug. “That's the goal.”

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itsmarsss · 16 days

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stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)

[~from the vault~]

Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?

Word count: 2,062

Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff

[. . .]

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face.

It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.

So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.

And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didn’t even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation.

“You know it,” Peter replied with a signature smirk.

Scott let out a groan. “There’s not even anything for you to do anymore!”

“There’s still plenty of stuff for me to do!” Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.

“No, he’s right! You never pick truth!” Warren joined Scott in complaining.

“Because I’m not boring! You guys are just laaaame.”

“I don’t know, lick that tree over there or something,” Jubilee murmured, uninterested.

“What? That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!”

“How would we know you actually went to Hawaii?” Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.

“Just pick truth already!” Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking.

Peter put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, fine! But it’s gonna be lame.”

Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. “Okay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?”

He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that.

“C’mon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?”

“Answer the question!” Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didn’t even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.

“No. Happy?”

You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. “He’s lying,” she affirmed.

And then it was chaos.

“Oh my God! When?”

“I knew it!”

“Holy shit how was it?”

“Stop reading my mind, witch!” Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually he’d be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. “Okay, okay, that’s not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.”

“But-”

“Those are the rules, Scotty.”

Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.

“Y/n it’s your turn.”

Well, maybe not so much time.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Jean’s words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.

“Truth or dare?” Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.

“Come on, Scott.”

“You gotta choose!”

“Truth?”

“Tell us how that kiss happened.”

“Dare.”

“I… dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Those are the rules,” Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare.

“You know I could kill you right?”

“You like me too much,” he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.

“Fine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, that’s it.”

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed together. “Wait it was for a mission?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“But then it doesn’t count!”

Warren chimed in again. “What? Yes it counts-”

You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. “What?” You mouthed to him.

“That wasn’t our first kiss,” he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.

Warren was the first one to break the silence. “First kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?”

“No- it was-” Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You have to tell us!” Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.

Peter cleared his throat. “It was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you I’d never kissed anyone?”

“Oh but if the mission one doesn’t count then that doesn’t count either. We were like ten!”

“What, were you not a person at ten years old?”

“Come on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasn’t it? With the… the werewolf movie.”

“No cause that was after the one at the diner.”

“No it wasn’t! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.”

“But it doesn’t make-” Peter stopped and looked around.

“What?” You did the same, only to see your friends look like they’d seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.

“Uh-”

And then chaos again.

“You’ve kissed how many times now?”

“Are you sure you’re not together?”

“We’ve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?”

“But we-” you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.

Peter stood up. “We… are leaving.” He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.

You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As you’d just talked about, you’d had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.

“Um so.”

He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. “Yeah.”

“I uh. I didn’t realize uh. How many times we’ve- you know.”

“Yeah.” He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.

“You think they’ll be too annoying about it?”

“Have you met them?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.”

“I’m sorry. Or whatever.”

“For what?”

“For bringing it up. It just… came out, you know how I speak without thinking-”

“It’s fine. We’ve kissed a few times, so what?”

“Yeah. Right. It’s what friends do! Right?” He finally looked at you.

“Yes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Yeah! Totally. Totally.”

There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter blurted out, out of the blue.

“Okay.”

“Did you… like… kissing me?”

“What?”

"Huh?" He pretended he hadn’t said anything, immediately regretting saying it.

Silence again.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What?”

“I liked it. Did you not?”

“I don’t- I-” He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. “Yeah. A- a lot.”

“Does that- I mean that’s still like. Normal right?”

“Yeah I mean who- it’s kissing right? Why would- why wouldn’t we like that?”

“Right. Right. Yeah, of course.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were like- you know- not… friends.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. “Not like that! I mean if we were like, more.”

“Like… if we dated.” It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?

“Wuh- Yeah. I guess.”

You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldn’t- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend.

But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.

…would it?

“Why?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just wanna know why you’re asking!”

“Well cause maybe I’d like it if we were dating!”

“Yeah sure,” you let out a laugh.

“I’m.. not joking.”

You went quiet.

“I know I’m not serious about… well anything I guess,” he let out a small laugh, “but I’m being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.”

“So you have… feelings for me. That’s what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not joking.”

“No! Why would I joke about that?”

“We joke about that all the time!”

“Not right now!”

“You know I’m 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?”

“I… am pretty aware.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say.

“Okay? So?” Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.

You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?

Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.

But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.

And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount.

“Okay, don’t get too cocky, now.”

He kept staring at you, expecting your next words.

“I like you too.”

“As in... more than a friend?”

“No I’m actually friendzoning you.”

Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. “Are you? That’s good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.”

“You did?”

He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. “Yeah. I think we should stay friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah me too.”

“Friends kiss, right?”

“Platonically.”

“Yeah, platonically.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. “We’re so stupid.”

Hee shook his head. “I don’t know what youre talking about.”

You didn’t have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.

You’d kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasn’t impulsive, and you weren’t going to regret it after. You wouldn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.

But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadn’t noticed had been standing by the door.

“You guys are so confusing!”

Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.

[. . .]

A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really

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yffs-defunct · 1 year

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best friends to lovers/cuddling with pietro maximoff headcanons

*Takes place in a universe where the MCU and Fox X-men films aren’t separate universes/timelines, but Wanda is an Avenger and Pietro is an X-Man.

You had been close friends with Wanda and Pietro since you were all in your late teens, but you and Pietro were practically inseparable. The two of you even shared a room at the Xavier Institute. You were half of his impulse control, but you still got into trouble together.

Pietro never minded being touchy-feely or cuddly with you, and you trusted him enough to let him, although at times he wasn’t the best cuddler and at others he would scare you by appearing out of nowhere. You could be sitting on the couch, leaning up against him or resting your legs on his lap, and he would get bored or distracted and take off, leaving you to take a tumble.

The best time to cuddle with Pietro was when he was sleepy. When you had nightmares, you would end up in his bed or, if you couldn’t cross the room for any reason, he would get into yours. He was always a warm and comforting presence, but you two had a tendency to get your limbs all tangled up.

While the two of you often did X-Men work together, sometimes Pietro would help Wanda with Avengers stuff and you would do work for other superhero groups. It was when you were away that Pietro started to realize that his feelings for you weren’t strictly platonic. When you were gone, he missed playing video games and getting into trouble with you, but more so how you would snort when you laughed, how you smiled at him, the intimate conversations you had late at night, how pretty your eyes were…when had your eyes gotten so pretty?

It was after you went on a particularly dangerous mission that you weren’t sure you would return from that you realized things were different. You had been gone quite a while, and when you returned, you were shocked to see that Pietro’s hair had gotten longer and the scratchy start of a beard had spread along his chin and jaw. At the same time you didn’t care about anything but getting into his arms.

You started running toward him and he dashed towards you. The two of you crashed together into an impossibly tight hug. He had an arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist, holding you flush against him while he buried his face in the top of your head, and you practically clawed at his back to keep him close. You hugged like that for a long time, not wanting to let go of each other, and you realized from the way your heart felt so tight it could shatter that this was more than a hug between best friends. Eventually Jean and Kurt complained of Pietro hogging you and the two of you parted.

After everyone had a chance to catch up with you over dinner, you and Pietro headed back to your room since you were exhausted. You looked in your closet, which was mostly yours and his shared graphic tees, and grabbed one along with a pair of shorts. Usually you would just change there, but as you unzipped your pants, you became hyperaware of his presence in the room and felt self-conscious. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change and brush your teeth.

When you returned, Pietro was standing tensely by the door.

“What happened to you?” You asked him, half-joking, as you brushed the stubble on his face with your palm.

“You,” he answered, trying to sound equally lighthearted, but it was obvious he was being serious.

“Aw, come on,” you tried to reassure him. “I always come back just fine.”

There was a heavy silence as you sat on your bed. In a moment, Pietro’s bed was moved from across the room to right up to your knees.

“Uh…” you started as Pietro sat across from you on his own bed. “You know I’ll have to crawl over you if I need to get up, right?”

“Yep.” “I’ll wake you up.” “Good.”

You gave him an expectant look until he caved.

“I’m afraid if I let you go, you won’t come back,” he explained.

“I’ll come back.”

“You can’t promise that. Anything could happen, and I…” He let out a shuddering sigh and dropped his gaze. “I just want you to stay with me. I can’t lose you.” You weren’t sure what to say, but you didn’t think words were necessary.

Very gently, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into you. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and his arms wound around your waist.

There was an “unspoken thing,” as a certain guardian of the galaxy you knew would say, between you and Pietro. And the two of you were so close, so understanding of each other, that it didn’t need to be said. It just was. Pietro expressed his affection better physically anyway.

Cuddling with him was different now. When the two of you were together, he was wholly focused on you. No longer did he suddenly disappear from your side, although he did continue to spook you whenever he suddenly appeared. He almost always had an arm around you, whether you were walking down the hall or sitting on the couch. If you were watching a movie, he focused more on fussing with your hair or staring at your face than on the movie. His bed went unused for the most part, and he always slept between you and the door, both to protect you and because he was afraid of you leaving and never coming back. You knew you would be warm and safe so long as he was in your arms and you were in his.

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skylarinfinity · 1 year

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STOP MAKING MALE READER X MALE IT DISGUSTING 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

peter m: [checking m/n out] that's jacket looks really good on you, m/n [smiling]

m/n: [snort] do you want to fuck me or something?

peter m: [blushing] ye- yeah...

m/n: [smirk and lean closer to peter m] i love when my naughty boy change to submissive good boy just for me [peck peter m lip]

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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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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Come home to me

The keys rattle in Evan’s hand as he unlocks the front door, the first thing he notices is that the lights are off. He looks around wearily because he swore y/n said she’d be home, though it looked as if she hadn’t been.

It was a long work day, table reads and wardrobe fittings took up the most of his day, from five in the morning until mid evening.

He remembers their phone call where she’d said that going out wasn’t her plan for the day since she ran errands all of yesterday.

He knew she didn’t have class because it was Saturday, maybe she was getting takeout? But they went grocery shopping yesterday.

He sighed, kicking off his shoes after locking the door behind him. He begins to unlock his phone when he hears soft music down the dark hallway.

He doesn’t even bother turning on any of the living room or kitchen lights while he makes his way towards their shared bedroom. With his hand on the knob, his ears perk up once he hears ZAYN playing from behind the door with y/n’s voice singing along- he can’t help but stall his movements to listen.

“Whyy? Why wait to fiiighttt? Give it a tryyy or I’ll say goodbye while it’s rightttt…” y/n drags out causing Evan to chuckle lightly.

She doesn’t notice him when he walks in and it all clicks in his head as he notices that she’s engulfed in homework. She’s got her headphones in and he realizes that she’s probably been at it for a while now, not even realizing the time.

He stands behind her and bites back a smile as he reaches for her ponytail and tugs on it causing y/n to let out a yelp and snap her head up in his direction.

“You piece of shit!” She yells as he doubles forward in laughter.

“I didn’t know there was going to be a concert tonight.” He says in a teasing tone, earning a glare in response. “Baby, I’m sorry! I had to!!” He defends as she stands up and punches his bicep.

“You scared me!” She whines while she hides her face into her hands. Evan snorts out before pulling her into his chest as she huffs out, looking up at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even realize how late it got."

Evan yawns and kisses the top of her head, combing his fingers through her hair as he smiles down at her small frame. “When I walked in it was all dark, I got worried, thinking that you weren’t home or something.” he shrugged.

Y/n nods “Sorry” she chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks before resting her head against his chest, running her hands against the muscles of his back causing him to hum in appreciation.

“Long as hell” he groans. “You?”

“Long” y/n agrees. Evan nods and his grip tightens around her while his lips press against her forehead. “How about we go to bed, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Evan muses, throwing y/n over his shoulder making her gasp loudly before tossing her onto the bed playfully. A loud "oof”coming from her lips as she laughs in surprise.

“Are we sleeping or…” she questions, watching him peel off his t-shirt.

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l0serloki · 1 year

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Do you have any NSFW headcannons for Peter Maximoff?

Peter Maximoff NSFW Headcanons

CW : SMUT, teasing, dirty talk, mentions of adhd

A/N : I have a little too many NSFW headcanons and it wouldn’t look good all compiled sooo… enjoy these! I could always finish the blurb too.. ehehehe.. Thank you for the request 🫶🏻

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I feel like he’s really erratic in his moods. One second he’s half asleep and the next he’s pounced on you asking if you're ‘in the mood’.

Definitely a switch. He wouldn’t mind if you take charge at all. He does get grumpy if you tease though!

Not to bring up THAT scene but.. The vibrating fingers.. He would use that to his advantage. He is so smug about it too.

“Feels good, huh? Your body seems to like my little power.”

Peter is the type of guy to make you a playlist of horny songs and act oblivious.

“What? Babe, they’re so romantic.. We can do that if you want to though.”

The more you get to know Peter the more talkative he gets.. That counts for sex too.

He will not shut up and LOVES dirty talking. He may be awkward at first but he gets into the loop.

You rubbed your eyes as the light poured into the room. Peter’s soft snores mingled with the birds outside as you stretched. You could never get used to waking up to his cute face and messy mop of hair. Your hand rubbed against his cheek as he stirred.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he blinked up at you.

“Morning..” Peter groaned as he turned his head into the pillow. He never really was a huge morning person. His ADHD usually kept him up till the crack of dawn.

You traced patterns in his back as he stretched, preparing himself for the day.

“Babe, I think we should stay in bed. The kids can teach themselves.” Peter’s brown hues met yours in a plea to not move.

“Sure. If you want to go run and tell Professor that!”

Peter’s face fell again, arms wrapping around your frame. He was always extremely clingy in the mornings, attempting to convince you with anything to keep you from getting up. As you attempted to slide out of the sheets his embrace only got tighter. Your leg brushed against him, his hard on painfully obvious. Your eyebrow raised as the two of you made eye contact and a rose dust tinted his cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how that happened. Maybe you need to stay and help me fix it.” Peter stammered and you could only snort.

“Oh yeah? That’s my issue now?”

You moved, his dick brushing against your form and eliciting quite a delectable moan. His hands clawed at you for more pressure, hips thrusting into the air. He looked almost ethereal with how desperate he was. You cooed, moving your hand against the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm.. I guess I could help you. Greedy boy.”

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whoreofdilfs · 9 months

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Leaving Doodles

Peter maximoff x reader

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FLUFF BINGO

Background music and deep inhales and exhales. It was unusual for those to be the only sounds heard from Peter Maximoff’s room considering the man was a light sleeper and typically up and at ‘em early in the mornings. But he actually had a good, deep sleep this time.

Opening his eyes and stretching his limbs across the mattress, the first thing he noticed was the lack of someone. You.

It was fine though he knew you had plans early in the morning, he’s just surprised he didn’t wake up when you left.

Dragging his hand down his face, he begins his morning routine. Pushing himself off the comfort of his bed he walks into the nearby restroom, pulling the tube of toothpaste along with his toothbrush off the shelf.

Squeezing the minty freshness on the bristles he shoves the brush into his mouth lazily head still blank from his sleep. Eyes practically closed he brushes in circular motion. But as he stood there toothbrush hanging in his mouth, his hand stopped and suddenly he was smiling like a doofus remembering the fact that you spent the night over.

Continuing to brush he saw something in the mirror. Eyebrows meeting each other and face contorting, his right hand left the toothbrush and opened in front of him.

On the back of his hand was a note, it said, ‘check left wrist.”

Check left wrist? He thought eyes moving, when he checked he saw another note. ‘Look at left back upper arm.’

He did so and could make out the words, ‘look inside right elbow.’

“My elbow?” Wondering how you even wrote there without him waking up was beyond him but he did so and once looking at his elbow he saw a tiny drawing of a flower waving a leaf hand with the words, “hello” written next to it.

Just ‘hello.’ That was it. Although that was it, it was enough to make Peter grin into that lovesick grin that only you had the power to create.

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michelle-is-writing · 2 months

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Food, Peter Maximoff

If you ask anyone, they'd say I'm a clean freak. If you ask Peter, he'd say I'm a "crazy-clean-a-holic." I love him, but he can be kind of messy when it comes to everyday activities. For example, most people would not think eating twenty twinkies within a single day is a normal thing, but for Peter, there's nothing bad about it. He burns off every calorie he eats with his constant running, so it's not entirely a bad thing. However, you would think that he would at least throw away the wrapper to all those twinkies, right?

Wrong.

Without fail, Peter is always leaving his trash all over the place. I have found candy wrappers in the bedroom, the pantry floor, between the couch cushions - I repeat: everywhere. To put it simply, Peter is messy! Plus, he doesn't always watch what he's doing, so when I see him walk into our shared bedroom with a full bag of chips, I pause what I'm doing to stop him in his actions.

"Uh-uh. Go back to the kitchen," I tell him as soon as he steps in the room. Immediately, he stops in his actions with cautious eyes and an impeccable balance. Not even a flying rock could make him budge. "You cannot come into this bed."

Looking at me with pouting eyes, Peter let's out a sigh and slumps his shoulders. "I won't make a mess - I promise!" He tells me, making me purse my lips at him. There is no way he could ever not be messy when he's eating - no way.

"Peter, you always make a mess when you eat anywhere but a table," I remind him, sitting up in bed with my arms crossed against my chest. "Even at the table, you manage to get your food all over the place," I add, watching him closely as he sits down on the bed, his feet planted firmly on the ground with his bag of chips now in his lap.

"Yeah, but I pick up after myself afterward, don't I?" He asks, turning his head back to me.

At his words, I laugh. "Yes, you brush everything into your hand and then toss it back into your mouth," I point out to him, internally cringing at the reminder of my boyfriend's gross habit. "And by the way, it's so gross when you do that! Do you know how many germs you might be putting in your mouth?" Not to mention the lack of table manners, but that's a discussion for another time.

Peter's mouth pops open in response, appalled I would even criticize him for something that is so normal for him. "Well, I don't want to waste it!" He argues back, pulling more of his body onto the bed so he can face me better.

"Peter, we live in school with over a hundred kids constantly running around and making messes - messes which you sometimes help them create!" I exclaim, leaning back into my pillow with a groan. "Just think of all the times they've played outside, covered in sweat and mud, only to run back inside and rub their grubby hands all over the dining hall table," Staring at the ceiling, I sigh. "And then imagine you eating at that table and then eating the crumbs that come into contact- Damn it, Peter!"

Just as I turn my head up from the pillow, my eyes quickly catch onto Peter with his food now on the bed as he eagerly munches on one of the many barbecue chips. On the comforter beneath him is all of the fallen crumbs from the several chips he's undoubtedly stuffed in his mouth with his super-speed. I told him - I told him - not to get in bed for this exact reason.

At the tone of my voice alone, Peter realizes he's messed up and quickly halts in his chewing, and instead, slowly turns his eyes toward me with almost a scared haze filling them. "I didn't mean to?" He lies with a small smile, holding his hands up in an almost shrugging manner. However, despite this being his attempt to appear as innocent, this only causes more crumbs to cover the sheets and blankets.

"Peter, you're getting crumbs all over the bed!" I exclaim once again, laughing as I move to try and playfully push him out of bed. However, with the super-human speed he has, I'm not very successful as I end up landing on my stomach with Peter now standing up beside the bed, his chip bag back in his hand as he resumes munching on his snack.

"Crumbs are easily cleaned, baby," He assures me, a quick flash of grey falling before my eyes as the color of the blanket flashes a few times in front of me a few times. Before I know it, Peter is sitting beside me with his legs underneath the covers and his lips planted firmly on my cheek. Looking down at my blankets, I see them now completely flattened and smoothed out, meaning he tossed the blanket into the air before letting me see and putting it back down on top of me, now free of crumbs. "See?"

At his question, I smile before turning my head and kissing him. Although it isn't long before I pull away and lean my head onto his shoulder, his freshly cut silver hair brushing against my forehead as I do so. "If only you could be this quick in cleaning anything else," I murmur, giggling as Peter quickly pushes me onto my back with his body now on top of mine.

"I tried my best!" He exclaims, smiling as I try to push him off of me. However, he doesn't give, and instead of rolling back over onto his side, Peter lies completely on top of me with his arms wrapped around me tightly. "And because you just had to complain about me showing my love for you, you can't leave this bed for the rest of the night."

"'Showing my love for you'," I repeat his words, snickering. "All you did was clean up your own mess from the bed, Peter," I point out, raising my hands to rest on his sides. He's always so sarcastic, and yet, he's sweet at the same time.

"I love you," He tells me with a small sigh. "But for five seconds, can you not be unsatisfied?" Peter asks me, his voice dangerously close to my ear as he keeps his head beside mine on my pillow.

Turning my head toward him, I find his nose lining up with mine as his dark brown eyes meet mine, a gentleness filling them like always. Just at the sight of the man I love, I sigh with a smile and lean in close to press another small kiss to his lips. "Thank you," I tell him, moving one of my hands from his sides and up to his soft cheek. "And even though you're sometimes messy, I love you too."

At that, Peter smiles back before returning the kiss with a small one of his own. "I love you so much," He tells me, slowly sliding onto his side of the bed with me still resting in his arms. I guess I really won't be leaving the bed for the rest of the night. "And thank you for cleaning up after me - even though you shouldn't have to."

Peter doesn't usually say such raw things, but when he does, I know he means them with all his heart. So, instead of continuing on with my teasing, I let my amusement pass through and let the moment turn into one of seriousness. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I confess, my voice soft as I watch Peter smile once again. No other words have to be exchanged for me to know that Peter feels the same way, and with that, I know that our relationship is a special one that will last - messes and all.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Disheveled Confession

Prompt: Surprising each other with chocolates/flowers.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Gn!Reader *Reader is referenced to have Aerokinetic abilities

Requested By: @skylions-den

Words: ~700

With everyone around the school whispering about who they were going to ask to be their Valentines, or asking each other out for the Valentines themed dance, you felt a constant hum of butterflies in your stomach.

You had already been asked out a few times by various people, each of whom you had to let down easy. There was only one person you were interested in, but you weren't positive they felt the same.

Even with doubt on your mind and anxiety in your chest, you had every intention of giving him the chocolates you had sought out specifically for him.

You had no idea if he would care, or if he would understand the intention behind them, but that was not going to stop you.

The chocolates were shoved in your bag, taking up all the room left, as you marched through the mansion, looking for the silver haired mutant. The longer it took to find him, the harder it was for you to stay confident.

Looking into one final room, and still not seeing him, you let out a defeated sigh. Maybe he was in town? Or maybe he was with someone. That thought sent a sharp ache through your chest. But you pushed the thought away and made your way up to the roof. One of your favorite places to sit in silence.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, you looked out over the school campus as a light breeze blew through your hair. Lifting a finger you formed a small whirl of air, scooping up all the leaves on the roof, before letting them fall into a pile in the corner.

Hearing a sharp whistle, barely audible, followed by a whisp of air, Peter was suddenly standing beside you on the roof. You felt your heart leap lightly as you looked over at him.

Lifting his goggles as he stared down at you, he let out a soft breath "I've been looking for you, should have known you'd be up here."

You blinked "You've been looking for me?"

He nodded before he sat down in front of you, "I wanted to give you something."

Watching as he reached into his jacket, you felt your heart flutter.

Pulling out a small bundle of disheveled tulips, Peter looked at them for a second with a frown.

"Oh. Oops. Sorry, I put them in my jacket to keep them safe from the wind." He slowly handed them to you.

Taking them you smiled, repressing a giggle as your cheeks and neck warmed up. They may have been slightly beaten and bent, but they were still beautiful. Meeting his eyes, you could tell he had a nervous air about him.

"You got me flowers?"

He smiled softly and nodded "I know you've been asked by like several people to be their Valentines, and to go to the dance with them, but I thought- well, I hoped, maybe, I had a chance."

"Yes."

His eyes met yours with surprise as you smiled, caught off guard by your own eagerness.

"I was hoping you might ask.

He adjusted nervously "You were?"

You nodded "Yes. Oh!" Remembering the chocolates, you reached down into your bag, you pulled on the box of chocolates, having to yank them out with force.

You chuckled as you handed the bent box to him "I got you something too."

He smiled as he took the chocolates, recognizing them as his favorites.

Looking over at the flowers, seeing them in a similar state to the box, he grinned. "Thank you."

You smiled bashfully, feeling another nervous flutter as he inched forward to get a bit closer to you. "You're really gonna go to the dance with me?"

You nodded "I'd love to."

"And, uh" he cleared his throat lightly "You'll be my Valentine?"

You nodded again repressing a grin. He smiled brightly "And then after that?"

Shrugging lightly you smiled "After that?"

"You'll uh, still be with me?"

Unable to repress your grin any longer, you let out a soft giggle "Yes, I'll still be with you Peter. If that's what you want."

He nodded "It is, definitely is."

"Good, me too."

xx End xx

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softie-rain · 2 years

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Hehe if you are taking requests could you do one w peter maximoff where he finds his s/o stressed out and anxious due to examinations? I'm burnt out and really need some peter to help lol ty love your work so much!!! <3

Stress Relief

pairings: peter maximoff x gen!reader

warnings: non fluff uwu

summary: finals can be extremely hard, and Peter just wants you to forget all about it

a/n: hey! thanks for the request, and sorry if this came out so late 😭 also you didn't specify the gender so i went with neutral :) Also i know i said i was taking a break from x reader stories, but this was an old request and i wanted to finish it.

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"Peter?" You called in the dark, after hearing wind moving your hair. "Damn, how did you know it was me?" He asked faking shock, hugging you from behind.

You chuckled, closing your arms around his. "Instinct."

"What are you doing?" He observed the papers on your desk, where you were currently sitting at. Last weeks of school, that meant final exams. Completely useless, if you were asked, who's only purpose was to give you stress, all the time.

"It's almost midnight, you can't seriously still be up studying." He commented. You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah well, I have to make a plastic of the cell and for now I have only studied the components, and still have to do the whole thing. Plus Mrs. Kelly wants this ready for tomorrow, so either I do this now or I fail."

Peter looked at you with sympathy. You were so stressed over school work lately, withou taking any break. And yes, maybe you had the time to do one. But you knew that if you stopped, then starting again would be way harder. Especially at midnight.

"I can do it for you, if you want." You started laughing, even if you knew he was dead serious. "I appreciate it love, but I'm fine."

"You're clearly not. And if you don't want me to do your work, then let me help you forget your stress for an hour.

Or two."

You rolled your eyes. "Peter, no. I can't have any breaks now- Peter!" He completely ignored your protests and grabbed you bridal style. "Ready?"

You knew anything you would have said could never brought Peter to stop his actions, so you just shook your head and said "I never am." And then clinged into him as he sped out of your room.

He brought you in the forest, laying you on the fresh grass. "And now?" You asked. He smiled and layed down next to you. "Now you look up and admire the stars."

You did as he told you, and smiled widely. The sky was simply beautiful, and living outside the city without light pollution made it even better.

"That is the Big Dipper, there, you see it?" He said, pointing his finger up. After a few seconds you spotted it, and nodded at Peter. "And more on the left the Little Dipper. It's a bit harder to spot, but without all the lights you should be able to see it."

It took you a full minute to find it, but finally yoi saw it too. And so you spent the time like this, between Peter pointing out stars and planets as you tried to find them, and awful pick up lines.

"Y/n, you know what's more beautiful than the sky?"

"If you finish that sentence I'm breaking up with you."

"I was gonna say me but ok."

Almost one hour and half later, you were fast asleep. Tired from the exhausting day and with Peter's voice as a sweet lullaby, sleep came over you pretty easily.

When you woke up next morning, panic washed all over you.

The project. You haven't finished it yet.

You rushed over your desk, maybe you could still finish it, somehow.

But at your desk, you saw the project done, perfectly closed in a box, ready to be brought at school. Next to it, a note.

I know what you said, but you were exhausted and I didn't had the heart of waking you up. I love you, good luck with the project <3

You smiled and brought the note to your heart. "Love you too, Peter."

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