willsomeoneholdmyhand
A/N Because who isn’t a sucker for a little Peter angst and comfort! Peter X Reader, enjoy! (Also let me know what you think)
Part of you wonders if the Professor knows. It’s hard not to believe that the most powerful telepath on the planet was ignorant to something in his own school.
imaginesandco
Anon:
Can I please have a Peter Maximoff (xmen) Imagine he was aways bc of a mission and then he comes back after 2 Weeks and all fluff (maybe smut bc you missed him so much😍) You can decide 😍😍😍😍 Lots of love
Implied smut
Tagging: @gg95825 @galaxychipmunk @spacetalbot @sad-brooklyn-baby
Peter walked into the bedroom you shared and threw his bag in the chair. He began talking as he took off his jacket, not looking at you yet.
“Hey, sweetheart. Man, I can’t wait to sleep in my own~” He stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked in your direction. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened. You tried not to smile at his reaction to you.
You were already in bed, halfway sitting up, and waiting for him to get home. In a moment of anticipation of his arrival (after two long weeks without him), you had decided to wear one of his silver jackets.
And nothing else.
“Hi, darlin’.” You smiled at him, not moving. “I missed you.”
Peters’s green eyes turned dark as he took his time looking you up and down, savouring you. He finally closed his mouth in a smirk.
“If I had known this was waiting for me, I would have ran faster,” His deep voice rumbled. He started walking towards you slowly, licking his full lips as he smiled.
“I missed you so much, I need you.” Your voice sounded needy. You really had missed him.
Suddenly serious, Peter tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. You sucked in your breath as you stared at his flat stomach, perfect chest, and rolling shoulder muscles. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and running your fingers across his smooth skin as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers. You kissed his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, and he sighed and tangled his hands in your hair.
Peter lifted your face to his and kissed you greedily. You moaned, and he swept his tongue into your open mouth, claiming you. His hands left your hair and trailed down your neck, shoulders, sides, setting your skin on fire. You gripped his broad shoulders and fell backwards on the bed, pulling him down on top of you.
The last thought you had before you gave in completely to Peters’s hands and mouth on you was that you should definitely borrow his clothing more often.
-
Peter being away hadn’t hit you this hard in a long time. Sure he had to be away with the x-men a lot, but for some reason this time it was different.
You moved into his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You breathed in his scent and fought back a fresh wave of tears as his strong arms held you close.
“God I missed you.”
He placed a soft kiss on your neck. “I missed you too.”
“I’m sorry I was gone for so long” He brushed a wayward strand of hair from your face. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “Well I’m home now.”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “You’re home now.”
~Paris
eudokimia
storieswithkaija-deactivated201 asked:
I loved that idea, dear Kaija ! And I hope this will be at your taste!
I decided to name Peter’s mum Maria because it’s the name of his adoptive mother and what worth him the name Maximoff which is written on his mail box. His real mother’s name is Magda Lehnsherr, but somehow as Pietro became Peter in America, Magda could have become Maria ? Okay I can’t decide, so her name is Maria. Point.
Where you had to stay at home while the whole apocalypse stuff happened but then he comes back and just fluff (and maybe smut you can decide)
You’ve always made fun of those girls that were behaving like potted plant. They were just being pretty while waiting for the charming prince to kill the dragon and bring them back home and marry them. The idea of waiting to be saved was making you laugh, you could save yourself! If anything you would rather fight with your man than hide behind his back and let him do the dirty work.
But right now, you didn’t had the choice. You could do nothing but wait. And that was killing you.
“Y/N, dear, are you sure you don’t want some tea?” Peter’s mum asked from upstair.
“I… I don’t think I can drink or eat anything, but thanks Maria.” You answered with a pathetic smile.
“Then come upstairs with us. Don’t stay all alone in the dark dear.”
“Maybe later?”
Maria gave up and let you mope on the couch in the dark. You knew it was stupid to worry like that, the fact that not so long after Peter has left a pharaonic pyramid popped up in the middle of the Cairo didn’t meant that it was linked. But you had the feeling that Peter was in the middle of that mess. And you loved him enough to forget about your reason and listen to the feeling in your guts screaming at you that your man was in trouble.
Looking at the TV, you felt like your heart was on the verge of breaking, and when the TV stopped to transmit the images of the Cairo, you heard it skip a beat and fight hard against the urge to shout and cry. What was happening?! Hearing voices in your head from a guy talking about the end of the world was scary enough, but not knowing where the man you loved was and if he was alright was making it thousands of time worse.
“Where are you?”
Somehow, hours later, you managed to fall asleep on the couch, holding your knees on your chest, tears on your cheek. Maria covered you with a blanket during the night, wondering why she had to give birth to such a troublesome boy. Well, at least he had good tastes in women…
Poc. Poc. Poc.
A weird noise awoke you, and for a second, you stayed still, half asleep, not remembering the last day.
Poc.
You blinked several time, trying to emerge from the deep slumber you were in.
“Hello princess.” A gentle voice said.
“Um…” You mumbled, somehow wanting to go back to sleep.
Someone sat on the edge of the couch and you lazily opened your eyes.
“Hey, Peter…” You yawn, and then suddenly you remembered. “Oh my god you’re here!!!”
The next second you were clinging to his neck to the point of strangling him, but somehow he couldn’t care less about the suffocation. Damn, he was alive! And god knows that race wasn’t won easily. So instead of complaining or being the sarcastic teenage he wasn’t supposed to be at his age, he hugged you back tightly.
“Sorry for worrying you.” He muttered.
“Are you hurt? You wouldn’t apologize if you weren’t in pain.” You replied, and then noticed the plaster at his leg. “Did you run that fast?” You asked, taken aback.
“Quite the opposite.” He chuckled self depreciatingly. “I would say I didn’t run fast enough. Just like whenever I need to be the fastest.”
“Idiot. If you’re alive, then you were fast enough.” You assured him, before kissing him gently. “So, I hope I will be the first to tag it!”
“Of course. Just please try to not paint a Van Gogh on it!”
“What’s wrong with Van Gogh?” you pouted, disappointed that he guessed what you wanted to do. “I know he kinda cut his own ear because he was crazy but…!”
“Yeah right, no Van Gogh. But you can always paint sexy naked women if you-“
“Finish that sentence and I’ll draw Mikey Mouse.”
He immediately stopped, and you fall silent. He was injured, not only in his body but in his soul too, you could tell just by the look in his eyes. He didn’t talked to his father, you were certain of that. But something was changed, and that was scary because you couldn’t tell what.
You couldn’t ask either, so you stayed silent as you started to draw one of the pink Floyd album cover with the paint Peter once had stolen when he learned you liked painting. Since then, high school has ended, and you started to attend a Art School, while he stopped trying to get accepted by the society. He never knew what he wanted to do or become, or at least that’s what he were thinking. You knew. Since the first time he told you about that time ten years ago when he helped others mutant free Magneto from the Pentagon, you knew he was reaching for that life.
A life where he could make a difference.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” You whispered suddenly.
Peter jumped at those words, startled by how sad you sounded. You were avoiding his look, seated on the floor staring at the drawing that was taking form on the plaster.
“I know you are. And… it’s fine. I’m glad you finally found a place you want to go, something you want to do. I-I’m happy for you…!”
“Haye, Y/N, look at me. Please.” He asked slowly.
You finally looked up, and Peter had the confirmation of what he thought. There were tears in your eyes.
“Come on Y/N, don’t make that face!” He said cheerfully. “I’m not leaving for the other side of the world! It’s around New York, you know the distance means nothing for me, right?”
“Right.” You sniffed miserably with a pathetic smile, and Peter wiped away your tears with his thumbs, because kissing your eyes jokingly.
“I like that better! Now, coming to what I wanted to ask you. I accidentally-“ he took his crutches and threw them behind the couch.”-lost my crutches, and I would really need a new one.”
You laughed at the side of his wide smile – the one he always gave when he was planning something bad- before jumping on him on the couch for another hug, kissing his jaw before resting you head on his chest.
“I take that as a yes?”
“I don’t want to miss any moment of your life at the speed of normal people. Your crutch I shall be! But it won’t be for free.”
“What can I steal for you babe?”
“What about a kiss, honey?”
“That would be a first start…”
the-useless-reptile
Anonymous asked:
Title: Excuse me, What?
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader.
Words: 1000
Rating: T(Mentions of sex, language).
“Are you okay?” Peter asked you with raised eyebrows, talking with a mouthful of Twinkie. Smiling at him ever so slightly, you shrugged your shoulders. “Are you not feeling good?”
“I’m just really tired.”
“Go take a nap.” Peter suggested, tucking back some of his smooth silver hair. “I’ll go cuddle you if it’ll make you feel better.”
Laughing quietly, you shook your head. “Not that sort of tired.”
“There’s another kind of tired?” He sounded appalled, looking at you with playful eyes and leaning towards you from his seat on the couch. “Please, explain.”
“Getting up at 4 AM to puke isn’t my idea of starting a day.” You told him quietly. Peter tilted his head, licking his bottom lip before sitting back. He appeared to be thinking about that before speaking, and you wondered if he had caught on already.
“The flu, maybe?”
He didn’t.
“No,” You murmured, “I don’t think so. It’s only in the morning.”
Peter scrunched his face and sighed quietly. He knew what you were doing, and he wasn’t very gifted at guessing right away on his first try; so instead, he opted to say, “If you’re trying to like, code something here, I’m obviously not getting it. Can you just tell me what’s up? I know it’s something, my mom told me you went to the doctors today.”
Damn that woman, you thought to yourself and readjusted to face him. “So, I jus… We have an active sex life, yeah?”
“I’d say so.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Nothing wrong with that.”
You took a deep breath in and looked into his dark eyes, shuddering as you did. There’s no better time than the present, you said to yourself like a mantra, “I’m pregnant, Peter.”
Silence.
The only audible sound was the sound of the Twinkie wrapper crumbling onto the floor.
He didn’t falter for a few seconds after hearing that. Resting his hands in his lap, suddenly self-conscious, he looked at you, “What did you just s-say?” His voice was sharp and executed, as if he was making sure he wasn’t dreaming any of this.
“I’m pregnant,” You repeated a bit louder for him to hear this.
“But, we use…” Peter swallowed softly, “We use protection.” His brows furrowed together in thought, “Except… Oh fuck…” The memory came flooding back to him. At least a month and a half prior, he hadn’t used protection and decided to–
“You thought you pulled out in time but…” You shrugged, pushing back tears in your eyes, “I guess not. But, I went to the doctor after taking a test, just to make sure and I… I’m having a baby, Peter… Yours.”
That seemed to echo inside of his mind.
“Fuck, (Name)…” He cursed, but more to himself. Running hands through his hair quickly, he was standing and zipping around the room. Before you could even blink, he was leaning against the wall, clear across the room, “I-I… I can’t be a dad!” He rested on uneasily, now leaning against Ms. Pacman. “I never had one! I can’t… I can’t raise a child… A baby.” His experience itself wasn’t the issue any longer. He had plenty of that when his baby sister was born. This— This was something else. Something long unresolved.
Lifting his hand, he pressed it against his forehead and rubbed the now taunt skin there. There was an undeniable feeling of dread washing into his chest. Physically, he felt like he had a ton of bricks resting on his chest, a thousands words going through his mind at one moment. And for a mutant that lived millisecond to millisecond, he felt surprisingly overwhelmed. “Why aren’t you freaking out!?” Peter suddenly asked you, moving back to sit beside you. “I’m about to have a fuckin’ panic attack here. Where’s my paper bag!?” You could hear the joke under his voice.
That made you laugh, but not for long before you were looking at your fingertips. You found his ability to joke in the most serious moments a talent. It was something that came in handy when he needed to cheer you up, “Peter…”
“(Name).”
“I’m scared.” You whispered, holding your hands together.
“C’mon, don’t get all soppy now, you’re gonna make me cry…” Peter scooted forward to sit in front of you, his hands on your forearms. That sent a shiver down your spine. “And we both know I’m an ugly crier.”
You tried to smile, with everything you had but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that before bursting out in tears. Peter’s reaction was immediate, and he was jumping forward, cupping you into his arms and digging his face into your hair. You smelt familiar, something gentle, like a flower, and something he craved desperately from you.
Home, he thought to himself and brushed back some of your hair, “You don’t need to be scared…” Peter was gentle with his words, stepping lightly, “And I-I didn’t mean to freak out…” Peter uttered into your hair, puffing his cheeks out as he did,“I guess… I’m sort of scared too… My dad… He left before I was even born… I never had that influence in my life, other than the occasional dude my mom would date.” A small laugh tumbled from his open lips, though, you could tell it was bitter and hateful, “(Name)… What s-sort of dad am I-I going to make?”
You didn’t have to think twice about your answer, “An amazing one.” Clutching onto his Pink Floyd shirt tightly, you breathed in his scent and sighed shakily. He smelt good, like a brisk walk in the park on an Autumn afternoon. This calmed you slightly.
“D-does my mom know?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s upstairs looking at baby clothes right now.”
“What about my sister?”
“Not yet, but you can tell her. She likes you more.” You pouted softly, digging your face into his chest.
“I’m telling you, she didn’t stick gum in your hair on purpose, it was an accident.”
willsomeoneholdmyhand
A/N Because who isn’t a sucker for a little Peter angst and comfort! Peter X Reader, enjoy! (Also let me know what you think)
Part of you wonders if the Professor knows. It’s hard not to believe that the most powerful telepath on the planet was ignorant to something in his own school.
