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rainydaydreamsideblog · 3 months

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(X-Men) Logan Howlett x Reader: The Injury

Logan is angry with you for taking a hit in battle that was meant for him

Word Count: 839

Warnings: vague reference to injury

“Hey! Kid. What was that about?” he demanded. “Did’ya hear me? I said, what was that about?” His expression was nothing short of utterly ticked off- which was pretty par for the course for Logan.

You simply stared straight ahead, pursing your lips. If you could cross your arms in your current state, you would. It just so happened that your injury was still too sore even with the pain meds Jean had given you.

He scoffed at your defiant silence and shifted his weight to the other foot, hip jutting out in a casual stance as he ran a hand down his face in exasperation. Even so, as irate as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Not when you looked so, well, fragile as you sat there in the medical wing bed.

If it had been him taking the hit, the wounds would have been gone for hours already by now. Instead, you would be spending the next few days recovering here at the minimum.

It just didn’t add up.

“Were you trying to be some hero?” He started pacing toward the other side of the wing, glancing out the window. You were never quite sure why he did that from time to time, but you guessed that he was checking the surroundings for danger out of habit. “Do I need to remind you that I heal instantly, and you don’t?”

“It’s just-” you started to snap, but stopped yourself, shaking your head.

“It’s just what?” he questioned impatiently.

You whipped your head around to meet his gaze furiously. “I don’t see you that way! You’re not a punching bag! Just because you can heal, it’s not your job to take all of the pain all the time!”

Logan took a few steps closer, blood pressure lowering as he processed what you were telling him. Your gaze lowered to study your folded hands as the silence stretched on.

His voice quieted in a familiar, almost gentle, husky tone. “It’s not your job to take everyone else’s pain all the time.”

It made your heart nearly melt into putty inside your chest. He never failed to have that effect on you each and every day in the halls of Xavier’s School.

Your own voice lowered to a whisper. “I know. But when you have an ability like mine…it becomes hard to watch people get hurt. Especially the ones you care about.” You shook your head. “I can absorb the pain and hurt of everyone else, Logan. But not yours. For once, I just… I wanted to.”

He was a man who could recover from the worst of injuries within minutes. You were a woman who could absorb the damage from others at a cost to your own health. His own ability worked too fast for yours to be effective on him. And since you were to absorb from others, there was no way for you to heal yourself…Well, not one that you were willing to take, anyway.

The bed dipped as Logan took a seat at the edge, his back to you.

“I’d be over it by now, you know,” he said. “I hate seein’ you in here for the others as it is. You don’t need to add me to the list.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, biting back a wince. “Too bad.”

“Look,” he released a sigh, turning to meet your gaze again. You found yourself absolutely captivated by his brown eyes as they bore into yours. “Next time, just let me handle it. I’d take a few seconds of that over watching you sit in here for days, or worse. Got me?”

You hesitated, and he lifted a brow, tilting his head.

Finally, you nodded in defeat. “Okay.” It wasn’t a bargain you wanted to strike, but how could you argue? “Still, it would make it easier on me if you didn’t get yourself hurt as much.”

At that, he gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, and while you’re here…” You bit your lip, looking down. “Um, would it be too much to ask you to cover my classes for me today?”

He rolled his eyes. “Professor already asked me.”

You smiled warmly at his and Xavier’s thoughtfulness. “I see. Thank you.”

“Just focus on gettin’ out of here.”

Logan gave your shoulder a pat, extra careful not to disturb your injury, and stood up. He strutted out of the med wing and paused to give you one more warning look- a final reminder to get well. You nodded, holding back a smile.

A little while later, Storm visited to see how you were doing. She brought some things from your room to occupy yourself with as you recovered. You thanked her profusely and happily grabbed the first book, which was one you were already halfway through, and resumed reading.

Still, your mind kept wandering back to your interaction with Logan. Sometimes, you wished you could just tell him how you felt… But you weren’t ready to take that risk.

Not yet…

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mostlymarvelgirl · 1 year

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Erik: Are you free tomorrow ?

Y/n Stark: I'm expensive...

Erik: .....

*Charles entering the room*

Charles: Erik I was wond-

Y/n Stark: I'm free for anyone whose net worth is more than mine.

Erik: You're saying that cause you only know Charles fits those standards.

Charles: *blushes*

Y/n Stark: I'm free for you professor.

Charles: *blushes harder*

Erik: *facepalms* *turns to charles* What is it with you and your professor kink?

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bewitchedme-body-and-soul · 1 year

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logan relationship alphabet

warnings: not edited, canon typical violence, cursing, mentions of nsfw subjects, mentions of breeding, mentions of scent kink, if there’s more feel free to let me know

due to 18+ themes minors please do not interact

a/n: ty to @humanalien01 for dealing with my rambles about him and helping me make decisions

A = Arguments(How often do you two argue? Who apologizes first? How do they make up? etc)

not very often do the two of you fight, but when you do, it’s definitely bad. He can be very stubborn and headstrong and a royal pain in the ass.

he apologizes first usually he can’t handle knowing you’re mad at him

he’d probably bring you a gift, something you love but not very expensive to make it up to you

B = Bedtime Routine(Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc)

he feels like he’s either a big spoon or you’re laying on top of him (pretty boy has anxiety so you’re like a weighted blanket for him), but definitely skin on skin contact in some way

C = Cook(Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?)

he’s not a great cook but he’s not the worst, don’t expect really fancy dishes, but he will make you breakfast often, typically eggs and bacon or sausage

D = DIY(Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it? )

he absolutely does, definitely the type to carve you little wooden figures & nicknacks. he’ll ask kitty or rouge for help if he thinks it needs painting but he tries his best to do it all by himself. he’s big on “it’s the thought that counts”

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into their relationship?)

he puts as much effort as he can muster, he’s so thankful for you and doesn’t want to do anything to make you hate him

F = First Date(Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?)

i see him as being someone who wants to spend the first date getting to know you, he probably also asks one of the female xmen (most likely rouge) on ideas especially more modern ideas, most likely sets up a picnic & sets up pillows and blankets in the back of his pick-up

G = Gifts(What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc)

probably gifts you simple but meaningful things, eventually he gifts you his dog tags

he’d love anything and everything you’d gift him, he’s so in love with you, you could gift him a rock that you thought was pretty and he be grateful

H = Honeymoon(Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.)

if you don’t have a dream do it, he’d most likely suggest a cabin in the canadian mountains with no-one around to bother the two of you, he just wants to spend time with you and bask in your presence

I = Intimacy(What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?)

he’s over 200 years old, he definitely has experience. but intimacy is still hard for him, it takes time but he loves the slow and quiet moments with you, where it’s just the two of you cuddled up

J = Jealously(How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc)

usually no, but sometimes he will, but it will take a lot to get him there but once he does he’ll pull you close and stare the other person down until they leave. it’s worse if they were making you uncomfortable, then he’d throw hands

K = Kink(Do they have any particular kinks?)

he definitely has a breeding kink, but he’s scared to actually get you pregnant because he doesn’t believe he’d be a good father

it’s canon and widely known that he has a strong sense of smell, there for he probably has at least a small scent kink, he loves the way you smell and especially when you smell like him so he makes a point for you to always smell like him

L = Long Distance(How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc)

he’d hate it but if it was necessary he’d suffer through it. he’d be sure to text, call, and face-time as often as possible and ask about your day, he’d want to hear every detail

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.)

he didn’t want to get married for a long time, until he met you and then shortly there after he changed his mind, and couldn’t wait to marry you

his wedding would be at the manor, charles would be officiant, if you’re alright with it i can see him asking other x-men to be in the wedding as well. like hank as his best man, rouge as the flower girl, & kurt as ring barer. he’d probably also want to invite his students, after-all the x-men and the rest of those at the institute are his family

N = Night’s Out(Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?)

probably takes you to bars or restaurants, and occasionally accompanied by a movie

as often as he can swing, he believes you should treat your partner to dates as often as possible, because you shouldn’t stop wooing them just because you are in a relationship

O = Often(How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc)

he makes a point to see you as often as he can, multiple times a week, if you’re an x men or teach at the school he’d ask for you both to share a room (if you were okay with it as well obviously)

if you weren’t an x-men or teacher, he would probably leave and see you after classes unless he had a mission, then he’d give you a call and tell you how much he loved you, just in case he couldn’t come back to you

P = Public Displays of Affection(Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.)

he’s okay with pda but he’s not one that he’ll full on make out with you in public, he’ll hold your hand, have his arm around your shoulders or waist, and give you kisses, but that’s about the extent of the pda.

Q = Quiet(Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?)

he gets quiet when he gets in his head, which is usually after nightmares, or someone made a comment about how he’s undeserving of you.

some simple reassurance & snuggles solves this, tell him how much you love him, and how safe you feel around him.

R = Reunion(How they like to reunite with their partner?)

he’ll hold you tight and press a kiss to the crown of your head when he first sees you, he’ll then shove his face in your neck and inhale deeply. as i said before he loves your scent and while he was away he found himself missing it

S = Surprise(Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?)

he hates surprises..usually, he hates the waiting, now that being said he’s okay if they’re from you, because he trusts you with his entire mind, body and soul

if you text him or tell him you have a surprise for him, it’s an almost guarantee that he’ll make a dirty joke about it, he’d probably ask what color the lingerie set was that you’re gonna wear (good luck walking tomorrow if that actually was the surprise)

T = Texts(How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?)

he is absolutely god awful at texting. except with you. he’ll leave almost everyone on ‘read’ or ‘delivered’ never you though, he always responds as fast as he can. so when you hear everyone complain about him never answering you can’t help but giggle because you don’t have to deal with that

U = Unity(How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?)

i feel like you’d work well, he’d be sure to always check in and protect you

V = Vacation(Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?)

again, canadian mountains, this man’s ideal vacation is just the two of you, away from everyone and everything unbothered

W = When(At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc)

if you’re a teacher at the institute or x-men & live in the mansion, i can see it being a few months in maybe like 6

if you aren’t either of those, it maybe closer to a year, it’ll probably start out with an apartment but eventually he wants to get a cabin for the two of you (and any kids you may have)

X = X-ray(What is their favourite body part on their partner?)

i definitely think he’s an ass/thighs man, but also a tummy kinda guy, he loves being able to grab you

Y = you(A random headcanon about your relationship.)

he’s so gentle with you for someone labeled as an “animal” and a “killing machine”

Z =Zoom(Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?)

the two of you, in a cabin somewhere in the woods (most likely canadian mountains), unbothered, he’s mostly retired from x-men duties (he’d still go on missions if they needed him contrary to what he says), occasionally someone from the team will visit, maybe some animals and a garden (he wants to go into town as little as possible).

maybe even a few kids if that’s what you wanted, as many as you wanted, and if they eventually showed signs of developing mutations he’ll be sure to assure them that there’s nothing wrong with them no matter what anyone may say. hell teach them to control their power, and if it’s too much for just him he’ll ask xavier for help. he’d also be sure too teach them that they should use their gifts to help people & never cause unnecessary harm

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ohmyboytoy · 10 months

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Bright Star - Peter Maximoff

x gn!reader

Summary: Peter and reader are working on a group assignment together and have a secret crush on one another.

CW: heavy petting, kissing, no gender dominant body parts or pet names or compliments

wc: 1.64k

You weren’t ever too sure about Peter Maximoff. He always seemed like a troubled kid, loud, interruptive, and he never took things seriously. But when he wanted to be, he was kind, and knew the answer to almost everything in your shared classes. So when you were partnered up with him for your final group assignment for Literature, you didn’t know what to expect, or how to feel. At first you thought he might try to run the shop by not letting you contribute any of your ideas to the analysis paper. But as time went on, and you got to know each-other better, you found out that he was deeply misunderstood. And actually really cute and charming.

“Peter? Will you read that to me again?” You sat cross legged on the carpeted floor of Peter’s basement, chewing on the end of your click pen. Peter was too busy playing table tennis with himself to notice you’d called out to him. Dropping the pencil down on your notebook, you let out a frustrated sigh, standing to get his attention.

“Peter!”

Startled, he stopped short, turning towards you with his eyes wide in surprise.

“Yeah? You alright?” He asked, putting down the paddle and appearing in front of you.

“Yes Peter, I just wanted to get this part done,” you explained, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Peter was always thinking of the next fun thing to do after working on your project got boring, and that left you quite often pleading with him to pay attention.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry,” he lets out a small sigh, running a hand through his silver hair before you both sat back on the ground.

“What will it take for you to work on this with me for an hour? Do we have to make a deal?” You joke with a light chuckle. Peter jumped at the opportunity to compromise, knowing that he could work if he really wanted to, and that the deal would then be in his favour.

“A deal hey?” He asks, resting his chin in his hands, looking up at you with sparkling eyes.

“Yes, whatever you want for 1 hour of your precious time,” you scoff, picking up your pen again to work. As a person without a mutation, you knew you’d never fully understand him, and it was best to just be patient. It was your final year, and the final assignment you ever had to do. The end was in sight, meaning you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer - you struggled to admit to yourself that it would actually make you sad not hanging out with Peter almost every day after school.

“I’m not gonna tell you until the hour is up,” Peter teases, retrieving the book for your paper from the couch and opening it to a dog-eared page.

“Okay read it again for me, and this time slowly,” you emphasise on the word “slowly”, watching him let out a small laugh, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.

“Okay, ready?”

“Yes, Peter.”

“Okay,” Peter takes a deep breath before beginning the poem, “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,” he looks up at you, before continuing.

“And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,” Peter reads clearly, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to decipher the words. You’re skimming over your notes, making sure all of them make sense. Peter memorises the poem in an instant, wanting rather to watch you work than have his eyes glued to the book.

“The moving waters at their priestlike task, Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,” Peter rests his hands in his lap, noticing the way your lips part and your tongue juts out only slightly when you concentrate. He notices you fiddling with the edge of your notebook, your fingertips grazing the spiral as it winds to bound the book. He notices how effortlessly pretty you are, and how committed you’ve been to this assignment. He thought it was so funny that you were so oblivious to his blatant staring. He suddenly lets out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in.

“Peter?” You ask, the same annoyance bubbling inside you from when he didn’t pay attention before.

“Right,” Peter shakes his head from his thoughts and returns to reciting the poem, “Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask, Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—”

You hadn’t noticed you’d leaned slightly into Peter, your shoulders brushing. Peter suddenly feels warm, his shoulder tingling where you were touching him. His heartbeat hammered in his ears as he licked his lips, readying himself to read the next part.

“No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,” he thought of how cunning his side of the deal was, and how much more tempting it got the longer you touched him. It was a gamble, but it was one he was willing to take.

Peter rested his hand on his thigh, inching his fingers closer to your joined knees.

“To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,”

You look up at Peter, finally noticing how close the two of you had gotten, but doing nothing about the close proximity. Something felt different, the air was harder to breathe, and your stomach felt like it was housed by a million butterflies. His eyes shun as they looked into yours, your faces inching closer and closer.

“And so live ever—or else swoon to death.”

When silence filled the room, accompanied by the small pants of your breathing, you pulled your body away, sitting up straighter and looking more alert.

“Good reading Peter,” you let out a small cough to cover the awkwardness that had just washed over you. Fuck, you were so close to kissing him, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was because the poem was so romantic, and you were sitting so close - it just felt like the right thing to do. You scowled at yourself for being so cliche, and put down your notebook. Peter bit his lip in a smile as your cheeks blushed red because he knew you’d felt that too.

“Okay, deal time?”

You know you asked for an hour, but a break right now didn’t seem so bad.

“Okay,” you say, as he scoots his bottom across the floor to face you.

“One kiss,” he says finally, your jaw swinging open in shock. A kiss? Was he serious? Did you hear that right?

“Peter, a kiss?” You repeat, confused. You hadn’t read that Peter felt anything for you, the same way you hid having a big fat crush on him by being sort of mean.

“Can be just on the cheek?” He says with a small, hopeful smile, tapping his cheek with his forefinger.

Your lips form a tight straight line as you contemplate your choices. Give up the tough guy act now and cave to your feelings, or don’t. It was like Peter was giving you the perfect opportunity to do what you always thought of doing.

“Okay, only one,” you narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a curt nod.

“Of course, I mean, only if you want to,” he gives you the option, but his eyes are pleading with you to go through with it.

You lean forward, securing a small kiss on his cheek, almost too close to the corner of his mouth as it curled into a small smile. Your lips linger there for a moment, before you pull away, just slightly, your face still so close to Peter’s. You contemplate whether you should just go for it, regardless of whether your inexperience reveals itself, since after all he was the one that suggested it,. But before you could decide what you wanted to do, Peter does it for you, connecting your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

It takes you aback, but you compose yourself quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands, as his secure to your hips. He pulls you closer, until you’re practically in his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. His tongue prods at your lower lip, and without another thought, you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore where no one else has. The feeling was magical, and after all those nights you lay awake thinking of this moment, it finally came in full force.

You had to pull away with a gasp when Peter’s hand started to cup your bare ass under your shorts, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you stared at each other.

“Fuck I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-”

“No! It’s fine, I just, I’ve never been that like- intimate with someone before,” you let out a nervous laugh, wanting so badly to crawl into a hole and die from your confession. Peter only lets out a small laugh, the back of his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“It’s fine- I’m not super experienced either,” he reveals, breaking eye contact for a second to look down, “but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Really?” You ask him, your voice only just louder than a whisper.

“Yeah! I mean- you’re so smart and pretty, and we’ve spent a lot of time together, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you,” he blushes bright red and it’s your turn to reassure him.

“I’ve felt the same way,” you reply, pulling Peter in for a hug, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you close, before you sit back down on the floor across from him.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” He asks, shooting you a cheeky wink. You roll your eyes again, letting out a small laugh - Peter always knew how to break the ice.

“Yeah I guess you’re pretty too.”

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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the one thing i hate about ao3 is that you can't search for primary tags in fics. going through any lesbian ship tag is just like

okay they're background characters, they're background characters, ooh this one looks- okay it has 100 words, they're background characters, holy shit here's a oneshot, they're background characters again cool

(if you talk about non lesbian ships in the replies/tags/anything i will get notifications for im deleting it and blocking you)

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multific · 10 months

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Imagine Dating Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You two were the exact opposite, a completely unlikely couple.

Peter was always the fast kid with kleptomania.

Then he became an X-Men and he found his true potential.

Now, he was the fast kid who saved lives and bragged about it back at the school.

You on the other hand was the quiet girl. The quiet bookworm who loved to read romantic stories under the trees.

No one ever noticed you. You liked to take things slow and steady.

You two were the exact opposite, a completely unlikely couple.

And yet, it worked perfectly.

You were what Peter needed to become slow and focused. And he was what you needed to build up your confidence and open up to people.

Peter often found himself in your room, just watching you study or do homework like a lost puppy.

He would stare back and forth between your face and the book in front of you.

"Are you done yet?" was an often-asked question.

"Nope." was always the answer.

But once all of your books were off to the side, all of your attention moved to him.

And Peter craved attention from his pretty girlfriend.

Dates with him were always something else.

He loved the arcade so he would often bring you to one. Playing games together was fun, he would win more than you.

He also enjoyed bringing you to fares. Winning prizes, your room was filled to the brim with plushies he won for you. He loved the ferris wheel and would always kiss you on the very top of it.

It was a tradition.

Peter was not a big fan of cooking but he loved to watch you and help you cook.

Since he loves to eat, he would do anything for a meal prepared by you.

You absolutely adored him, sometimes trying to keep up with him was a bit difficult but you somehow managed.

He often brought you to the roof of the school, looking at the stars and talking about your future. You loved those sweet moments because you knew that everything he said was true.

Every time he told you how much he loved you, every time he told you about the house you two will have and about the wedding you two will plan.

A future so nice it gave you comfort and power.

So yes, it is true the two of you were an unlikely couple, but no one could ever imagine the two of you not together.

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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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mostlymarvelgirl · 10 months

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Imagine If Magneto's *Private Moment* With You Was Released Into The Internet (Fem! Reader)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT IG?

Erik sighed. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. On one hand, he really didn't mind, knowing that at some point, this would happen due to his fame in mutant politics, but on the other hand he didn't want you to be shown to the entire world like this in a private scenario.

The things you would have to face in public, what you would have to go through. While being deep in thought about how to deal with the scenario, a door with you running inside crying angrily. The door was slammed closed.

"Did you know? Did you know that someone motherfucking asshole recorded us having sex and released it? It's apparently the hottest sextape released in the century.', you screamed at him as if you were accusing him.

He felt guilty. Of course, he would never show that, but he ended up with a comment catastrophic enough to ruin the rest of his personal life. Not that he meant what he said, but clearly not thinking through.

"Well, I warned you not to try anything new and kinky. You should've listened.", Erik said immediately, regretting what came out of his mouth.

"What?", your voice became small, not being able to believe what he said.

Before he could apologize and explain, and your anger clouded mind lost patience, the ring from your was thrown into the sink, and you turned your heels walked out the door.

****3 Months Later****

"As we recall the recent steamiest s*xtape of magneto and his wife released into internet which gained over 3.8 billion views has been deleted by the cyber crime from all platforms. The culprits had been caught but died in an accident. Was it planned by Magneto? Or was it just an accident? I'm Sarah Moon reporting in six o clock evening news and I'll see you tomorrow."

The TV was switched off.

Y/N sighed. She knew who killed them and knew Erik wouldn't be arrested. She should've known that Erik was not good expressing and should've seen the expression. She regretted throwing the ring he made for her. She regretted what she had done.

"Regretting some past actions, I suppose?", the sarcastic voice spoke up.

Of course, it would Charles Xavier showing up behind her. That annoying British accent.

"For the record, my accent once wooed your husband to my bedroom, so I would take it as a jealousy or compliment coming from you.", Charles replied while sticking his hair back.

"What do you want?", you ask him with annoyance. You didn't want to aggravate your guilt more than it already was.

Charles smiled. That bitch. You knew, well, everyone knew, if they were in trouble and needed to solve the problem quickly, Charles would do the *smile*, and it'll be like it never happened.

"You're not wiping the entire world's memory about this, that's damn near impossible and dangerous.", you replied to his reaction.

"Well, it is for the better. Think about it. Or well, I should say actually, discuss about it.", Charles wheeled back slowly and opened the door.

"What are you-", you were cut off with Erik standing outside the door soaking wet with...............blood.

Silence.

There was no sound. All, the both of you wanted to do was to reach to one another and cry, Apologize, and comfort, but, the ego and guilt in both of you prevented all the bottled emotions and feelings of 3 months.

"Well, I will be leaving and give the both of you sone privacy. I'll be waiting right outside. Let me know when you've decided.", Charles said while wheeling out and closed the door.

"Hi."

That was it to pull the trigger inside you.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY SAYING HI???!!! YOU COCK-SUCKING, TWAT-WAFFLED SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH-ASS- HATTED CUNT! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING AGAIN???!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED CLEAN THIS MESS UP?!!!", you blasted at him.

"Listen i-", Erik was cut off.

"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE DICK! I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE TAPE. OKAY?!", you stated before he could ask.

You started to tear up and your voice broke and became small and vulnerable.

"I don't want you to kill around people. We could've done this together. I don't care what other say about me. Please j-just stop.", you started to cry.

Erik walked near you and hugged you tightly as you hugged him back.

He apologized to you and held you. You felt a something slip in your ring finger. You smiled and cried more realizing how horrible you must have looked.

"Y'know, you smell really bad like some old metal furniture. You need to get showered.", you pushed him away for fun.

"We could shower toge-", Erik got cut off.

"NO. Absolutely not.", you stated while laughing.

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I’m gonna demand so much Pyro x reader fanfic when Deadpool & Wolverine releases, because I have been waiting for more Pyro for YEARS!!!! ESPECIALLY since they brought back Aaron Stanford, because I had the fattest crush on him in everything from X-men to Nikita, to 12 Monkeys😤😤

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So who’s jumping on the Logan x Morph bandwagon?

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One - The Man Who Can Control Metal

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Part 2

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I am not sure how to really ever start the first chapter of my books. I hope I can figure out the dynamic. I want these two to go in at some point. If you have any tips on how that should go, dm me 👍

Germany, Poland 1944

Sliding on my black combat boots I pushed my hair out of my face. Standing up front the desk chair I was sitting in I could hear my father's footsteps coming closer down the hallway. I tied my hair up in a ponytail hearing the office door finally open revealing my father. He had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Yet I resemble my mother overall with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. “Addison, you're coming to work with me today.”

“Alright whatever for?” I asked knowing that he normally kept me out of his work. Always saying it would be far too much for me to handle.

He fixed the top part of his jacket, sending me a half smirking yet proud smile. “There's someone very interested I'd like you to meet.” He headed out the door immediately and I was quick to follow his heels, he never cared for me if I was dragging along behind him.

We moved up and down some stairs then through a couple of different rooms until we entered an office and he shut the door behind me. He sat down in the chair behind the desk and I just decided to lean against the side before the door opened once more. Two soldiers enter, leading a young boy that looks to be my age of fourteen years old. “What is going on, father?”

“This boy was supposed to be going to the camps until he had a disagreement with some of the men. He bent a metal fence almost in half. He's not ordinary, my dear daughter.” My father almost sounded proud of such a feet.

Shifting my gaze to the young boy he avoided my gaze and watched the floor. “What's your name?”

“Erik…Erik Lehnsherr.” He paused in his answer. “I want to see my mother.”

Glancing over my shoulder I shiver asking the question. “Where's his mother?”

“That needn't be your concern, daughter. She is where she is supposed to be and he will see her again once he shows me what he can do.” My father picked up a bell out of the desk and the guards opened the door revealing a woman who Erik ran to, meaning it must be his mother. My father took out a handgun explaining. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to count to three…and you’re going to move the coin. You don’t move the coin, I pull the trigger.”

“Dad, no. You can’t!” I attempted to grab the gun from him but he had the two guards by the door grab me and pin me down on my knees and just watch. “One….two….three.”

Erik couldn’t move the coin and I cried out watching his mother get shot. Yet the young boy didn’t dare turn around before he bent the bell and the metal cabinet. Throwing my elbow backwards into one of the guards they tried to grab me but at the same time he managed to crush the metal helmets on their heads until they died beside his mother. “Erik…” I breathe put covering my face until all the metal lab objects stopped getting thrown around above my head.

Uncovering my eyes I gasped eyeing his mother's dead body on the floor. He started crying in anger with my father apalding him. “Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger.” He placed the coin in his hand and headed for the door.

“How could you do that to him!” Rushing forward I grabbed my father's arm and he winced and I saw my hand turn red. Quickly drawing my hand backwards I saw it disappear before he could see I had some power of my own. As far as he knew I was just human like my mother.

My father Sebastian turned around to face me. “He's not like everyone else and I wish to see what he can truly do.” He left the office without saying another word to me or to the boy behind me.

“Erik, I….I'm sorry.” I noticed that he hasn't moved from where he stood and I did consider touching his shoulder. Yet decided no seeing the state he was in now.

He slowly glanced at me sniffing through tears. “You’re a monster, Addison!” I didn’t like the way he said my name for the first time which such anger and hate. Wrapping my arms around myself I left the room figuring it would be hard to gain any trust with him now.

Years later

Things haven't gotten any better between Erik and I. My father has kept me out of the supposed research he calls it. Yet I found out the truth a little while ago…about two years after we met. It was the middle of the night as I made my way down to the sort of bunker room they were keeping Erik in. It had no metal seeing as he could escape. Shutting the door behind me he sat up slightly in the bed but scoffed the second he saw it was me. “What are you doing here!”

“I brought you some extra food from my dinner if you want it.” Reaching inside my jacket I tossed him a zip lock bag that had some biscuits and a half slice of meat seeing that they didn't feed him well.

He caught the bag looking me in the eye briefly. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Because I'm not like my father, Erik.” I responded with my hands inside my pockets.

The young mutant boy sat in silence just eating the food that I had given him. Moving downward I sat across from him with my hands laying in my lap. I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I knew that he didn’t trust me. “What is the real reason you’re talking to me?”

“Because I heard that they're shutting down everything. The camps, the experiments, everything. My father is packing to get out of here and not get executed. But I thought you should know that I’m here to help you get out of here.” Glancing over my shoulder I watched the door behind us counting down the minutes, figuring if my father found out where I was I would never see Erik again.

Erik stared at me finishing his food before he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. I noticed the numbers that had been marked onto his left forearm and it made me feel guilty that he was suffering. “You’re really willing to help me, I still don’t understand why.”

“Come with me and you’ll see that I’m someone you can trust.” Raising myself to my feet offering him my hand.

He hesitantly placed his hand in mine asking one more question before I helped him sneak out before we could get caught. “What am I supposed to call you, Shaw girl?”

“Addison is too formal. Call me Addi.”

He got to his feet heading for the door twisting the doorknob and we both saw some flashing lights going down the hallway. He quickly turned his attention to me. “So what exactly is the plan now?”

“How about this? Since I am helping you get out of here then you agree to never hurt or try to kill me.” I suggested shrugging my shoulders.

Erik actually agreed to my shock and awe. “Fine, Shaw girl. But you'll help me find the ones who hurt me.” I squeezed his hand that was still looped with his saying that I agreed in silence before began running and haven't stopped since then.

Shutting the hotel room door behind me with my foot I didn’t hear the tv or anything on in which could only mean that Erik had either left or was just plotting in silence. Sliding my boots off of my feet at the door I paused in the doorway. “How long have you been staring at that wall?”

“That’s not your concern.” He grumbled moving the coin from my father between his fingers, never looking away from the board with pinned maps and pictures leading up to my father’s picture.

Crossing my arms over my chest I huffed. “Maybe it is my business considering the only time you leave is to kill some other Nazi members. So forgive me for being concerned.”

“I didn’t ask you to free me that night, Addison.” He scoffed using my full name knowing I didn’t care for it.

Waving my index finger at him I stepped away from the wall and to the foot of the bed. “I told you to not call me that, Lehnsherr!”

“Addison.” He just kept going until I crawled up onto the bed putting my hands on either side of his head glaring at the man in front of me.

The entire time he just kept moving the coin until I managed to snatch it from him. My freehand landed down on his thigh and he winced where I realized what I was doing and drew my hand back. “Sorry that I might actually care about you after what happened to your family. If you’re gonna hate me for the rest of our lives I guess I’ll just go!”

“Addison….” Erik called for me but I was already around the corner to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. He noticed the coin had been dropped on the floor and so he slowly used his power, levitating it once more and then launching it right to my father’s forehead.

Once the door was shut I flopped down on my bed screaming into my pillow. A few minutes after that I heard the desk lamp move and a few markers and some of my shoes go flying around…everything had some tiny bit of metal inside them. “Urgh! Why did I have to touch him.” I scolded myself under my breath in frustration.

Sitting upright on the foot of the bed I put my face in my hands. “At some point he'll figure it out.” Raising my right hand I made the pen start to levitate in the air since I still had Erik's power running from my veins for a short time. Laying my head back on the pillow I just stared at the ceiling.

My father couldn't know the truth that I had my own mutation. Because if he knew he would have done everything that he did to Erik on his own daughter. So if them other mutant I was living with needed to hate me then I'd accept it. Since I didn't feel like I could be myself…my true self and that maybe I was broken since I could only take power from others and I didn't have my own abilities.

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The metal controlling mutant sat in silence and finally moved his gaze to my locked door. He felt slightly guilty and confused for treating you badly over the years but he couldn’t see past what he knew. That your father was the man who ruined his life…even though you decided to help him he wouldn’t let his heart change the mission he had inside his head.

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can you make a sub!peter maximoff x fem reader and she edges and teases him? IF YOU MAKE IT ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER

Hi babes, I hope you like it! I added some cock rings to the mix since I thought it fit the whole edging aspect. <3

Reckless Behavior - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Mommy Kink, Orgasm Control, Edging, Teasing, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Cock Rings

“M-mommy, please wake up, please,” Peter whined softly, wrapping his arm around your waist as he gently shook you awake.

You sleepily groaned into the blanket and rubbed your eyes open, soon noticing his erection between your ass cheeks and the sticky mess of pre-cum trailing down your inner thigh. “Mhm, what's wrong?”

“I c-can’t sleep - I’m so fucking hard for you.”

You could hear in his small, trembling voice just how desperate your baby boy was for your touch.

“Well, maybe if you hadn't been so naive today, I wouldn’t be punishing you for it…”

You and Peter had gotten into an argument after the mission because of his reckless behavior and how easily he could have gotten hurt.

Like all arguments between Peter and you, you ended up in his lap having an intense make-out session. But, this time, punishing him by leaving him all aroused and lustful before going to bed.

“I’m sorry, m-mommy. I promise I’ll never do it again. I'll be a g-good boy for you!” Peter spoke in a hushed, submissive-sounding tone as he pulled down the collar of your shirt and gently kissed your shoulders, subtly grinding his hips into your ass for relief.

You bit your lip and glared into the dark basement, unable to keep a smile from spreading across your lips as you listened to his cute, breathy grunts from behind you.

You raised and elbowed his chest, laying him back against the mattress as you straddled his soft, plushy upper thighs.

Those dark brown eyes broadened from below, loving the way his long, baggy shirt hung down your body, covering his dick that was pressed against your bushy pubes.

You leaned over the side of his bed and reached underneath, pulling out a wooden box filled with sex toys. Peter’s adam's apple bobbed in his throat, wondering what toy you were going to use on him tonight.

Maybe a blindfold? A pair of vibrating panties? Or a buttplug? The possibilities were endless.

Your eyes scanned all the goodies, gliding your fingers across all the choices before stopping over one. A pretty pink cock ring.

His breath grew heavy, and his hips squirmed as you grabbed a handful of his member and lowered this torturous device around his cock and balls.

“Mommy-” He was quickly cut off with a low, strained grunt, adjusting to this new sensation, “P-please-”

“Don't worry, baby! I’ll stroke that pretty cock soon… But for now, we're gonna put that mouth to good use…”

Next thing he knew, your thighs were around his head while your boyfriend practically devoured you with his tongue. His big, pretty eyes watched as you practically melted over how good his mouth was fucking your cunt.

His brows were furrowed together with focus, face bright red, and nose buried in your bush, enjoying every minute of your pussy, how easily the tip of his tongue parted your folds, how he could make your thighs quiver while tracing your sensitive clitoris, and the way you moaned when he dipped his tongue inside your sweet, tasting cunt.

Peter’s painfully hard erection twitched with lust, skin-tight, balls full and heavy, hurting for relief as the cock ring made all the blood rush through his protruding veins.

“That's it, that's my good boy!” You praised, tangling your fingers into his soft, silver hair and grinding yourself deeper into his mouth, “Show m-mommy how sorry you are.”

His large, masculine hands gripped your thighs, holding you tightly and flicking his tongue back and forth against your clitoris at the speed of sound.

Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open, moaning as an orgasmic rush of pleasure flowed through your body. Thighs tightening around his head, releasing your juices across his tongue.

Peter's hips vibrated as he moaned against your fluttering core, licking you up before you caught your breath and slowly raised your hips.

You gazed down at your pretty boy, who had your arousal across his lips. “Good boy…”

“You want mommy’s mouth around your cock now?” You asked, watching him nod instantly.

You eagerly crawled between his thighs and smiled, staring down at his beautiful cock.

The bright pink cock ring wrapped around him, veins pumping along his length, his glistening purple head leaking pre-cum that trickled out onto the mattress beneath him.

You spat in the palm of your hand and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking your hand up and down, thumb stroking his mushroom-shaped tip while your other hand cupped his tight, heavy balls.

You could feel Peter's veins pumping against you, balls contracting, aching for release.

You teasingly kissed the head of his dick, listening to a needy moan escape his lips, making you giggle and give another before parting your lips around his cock, engulfing him in warm, wet pleasure that was enough to throw him over the edge.

Your lashes fluttered up at him, watching the way he tossed his head back against the pillows and moaned loudly like his family wasn’t upstairs asleep.

The bed sheets bunched in his large hands, fabric slipping through his fingers, and his thighs that quivered beside you. He was only able to follow the way your wet, silky mouth moved down, taking every inch of his length down your throat.

His cock gave a light rumbling vibration against your hollowing cheeks. This uncontrollable sign of his, always told you when he was about to cum, unfortunately for him, you weren't gonna let this happen.

A loud pop rang through the basement as your mouth quickly detached from him before taking a hand from his thigh, slapping his dick, and squeezing his jewels roughly.

His bottom lip quivered and whimpered, gazing down at you, dazed and confused.

“If you wanna cum, you have to beg for it.”

“P-please, mommy, please, let me cum?”

Peter begged his heart out, making you adoringly smile at your subby boy above you.

“Alright, pretty boy…” you hummed, wrapping your lip around his twitching length and moving down till your nose was buried in his silver pubes, hands teasingly sliding up his midriff.

“Mhmm fuck!”

You began rocking your head up and down while you gazed up at him, admiring the sight of your boyfriend losing composer, letting out little pants and moans as he painted your tongue with his sweet, bitter cum that you happily swallowed down.

His cock ring forced out every last drop, giving him an intense, toe-curling orgasm that left him in complete euphoria.

Peter’s tense muscles slowly relaxed beneath you as you stroked his thighs calmly and wiped the tip of his cock clean.

Your eyes followed up his sweaty body before locking into his gaze, watching dimples form in his cheeks as he gave a weak smile, “thankyoumommy.”

His rubber cock ring loosened from his dick and balls as you took it off, causing him to let out a dramatic sigh of relief that made you giggle.

You tossed it on the bedside table and crawled up the mattress, slipping back under the cozy green sheets next to him.

Your boyfriend's arms sluggishly wrapped around your waist and snuggled close into your side, humming innocently against your breasts, “mh, I love you so-so much.”

“I love you more, Quicksilver.”

You gave a comforting kiss to his forehead and combed your fingers through his hair as the two of you eventually dozed off in each other's arms.

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