Friends With Benefits | Theodore Nott X Malfoy!fem!reader

friends with benefits | theodore nott x malfoy!fem!reader

summary: you’re the adoptive child of the malfoy’s who has a crush on theo. smut with a plot. just read it i might make a part 2 :)

content/warnings: oral sex (both receiving), badly written smut? idk i’m still getting used to it

a/n: theodore nott is hot what can i say, please don’t forget to reblog!!

word count: 2,005

being related to the malfoys, even if not by blood, was not the easiest thing to experience. your biological parents had passed away when you were young and as they were close friends with lucius and narcissa, you were left with them. they brought  you up as their own and for as long as you can remember you knew yourself to be draco malfoy's sister.

this label came with a perception of you being just as cold, mean, and cruel as your brother. most of the time you put up the impression that these things were true, but you knew there were many differences between you. for one you were definitely not as cowardly as him. your bite was just as bad as your bark, but you weren't a mean person at all. you simply were unhappy with the way people treated you.

your situation made it hard for you to find friends, although you tried quite often. this meant that draco's friends became yours. they would never admit this but they definitely preferred you over draco.

your group remained as you, draco, blaise, pansy, daphne, and occasionally theodore nott. theodore wasn't incredibly close with anyone in the group but he had a sense of respect for them. he was more closed off and to himself than the others. nevertheless he became a close friend to you. you definitely enjoyed his company the most, and he was great to look at too but you'd never admit that to one of the few people you trust.

when it did come to people you trusted, daphne greengrass made her way on that list after befriending you in your 3rd year. she wasn't very fond of draco even though her sister, astoria, seemed to be obsessed with him. you two bonded over the fact that if they ever did end up together you'd be sisters (in law but still).

you and daphne were sat next to eachother in the slytherin common room when you saw draco come down from his dorm. you called him over.

"what?" he asked.

"do you still have my potions work? i need it back." you replied.

"right, it's in my room. you did it right, i don't know why you felt the need for me to check it."

"you're doing so well in this section i just needed clarification." he nodded with a small chuckle. "so can i go get it?" you asked.

"yeah go ahead. the only one in there is nott." you nodded with a smile and he walked off.

"is that smile so big because you know who is there or..." you rolled your eyes at daphne's comment and stood up.

"i'll be leaving for my potions work now. i'd rather not sit here and have you tease me for something dumb." daphne laughed as you made your way to the boy's dorm.

before you walked in, you knocked softly on the door.

"it's open, blaise!" he called out. you opened the door.

"it's not blai-" you stopped in your tracks at the site in front of you. it really wasn't a big deal at all but there was theodore nott, shirtless, right in front of you. he was truly gorgeous and you couldn't pull your eyes away. you cleared your throat after a moment when he looked up at you.

"oh, hey y/n." he smiled. you smiled back slightly, still silent and still not moving. he was a little confused until he realized he was half naked.

"right, sorry, i should probably put a shirt on if it makes you uncomfortable." he made his way to his bed to pull one on before you interrupted.

"no!" you exclaimed. he looked back at you. "i mean, you don't have to. i'm not uncomfortable."

"like what you see then?" he chuckled. you wanted to laugh back to appear more calm but your face heated up because yes, you did like it.

"don't be ridiculous, theo." you forced out a single laugh and walked towards draco's bed. theodore was no idiot, he noticed your change in behavior and he enjoyed it. but to be 100% sure, he'd have to test his limits.

"what did you come in here for?" he asked.

"potions work. i had draco look over it." you said, holding up the piece of parchment.

"can i see it? i'm pretty good at potions myself." he said.

"didn't you say the last time you got an O in potions was in 4th year?" you smiled.

"i got better, ok? let me see it!" he held out his hand and you let out a sigh, walking to where he stood by his bed. you took the paper and you sat down on the edge of his bed in front of him. he scanned over it, most likely not even reading anything.

"it looks good. you're very smart, y/n." he said.

"i doubt you even read it." you replied, looking up at him. he laughed.

"sooo, what if i didn't?"

"sooo, that would mean you're wasting my time." you held your hand out to get your work back but he simply set it down on his side table.

"hey, wh-" your words were cut off when his finger turned your head to the side and up making you look back at him.

"or it could mean i want to spend time with you." his voice was slightly lower and it was hardly noticeable but the mood changed a bit. you let out a shaky breath, nerves getting to you. you've thought about being in this position but maybe you were reading into it too much?

"i don't blame you, i am amazing company." you quipped back and he smirked.

"yeah, you are." his hand left your chin, you softly bit your bottom lip, and the two of you held eye contact.

"can i tell you something crazy?" theodore asked. you nodded your head, not trusting your voice at the moment. he leaned closer to you, and with his voice in almost a whisper said, "i really want to kiss you right now." you couldn't believe it. you were speechless. you never thought he'd fancy you back but here you were.

"can i?" he asked. you slowly nodded your head. "i want a verbal response, y/n." your heart skipped a beat and your chest warmed up.

"yes. please kiss me." he wasted no time and closed the gap between you two.

his hands rested on your waist and yours on his shoulders. the kiss was sweet and nice, it was a bit nervous and that was evident as you both slightly pulled away, smiling.

you pecked his bottom lip and he pushed you softly to lay on your back, kissing you harder this time as he hovered over you.

his kisses spread to your neck as he focused on the sensation of your hands playing with his hair and the small noises you let out. his hands found their way under your shirt and you gasped quietly as they were slightly cold. he pulled away for a moment to look at you.

"is this ok?" he asked. you were going to nod but spoke up instead.

"more than ok." you helped him lift your shirt up off your body and watched as he stared at you.

"you're going to be the death of me." he breathed out. he went down to leave kisses on your chest and tits, caressing the skin under your bra with his thumb. he reached behind you as you lifted your body giving him access to the back of your bra. he unhooked it and pulled it off you.

"shit. you're so hot." he admired.

theodore licked your hard nipple and moved to the other doing the same. he played with them softly and looked back to your eyes.

"can i eat you out?" he asked.

"yes." you whimpered out. he smirked and reached for his wand. he let out a spell to lock the door and kissed you as he pulled your bottoms down. he went down between your legs and rubbed you over your underwear, making you squirm.

"someone's eager." he pulled them off and admired your wet pussy. he kissed although your inner thighs and finally licked right on your clit. you moaned out from the brief moment of relief.

"fuck~" you whined. he attached his mouth to you, circling around your clit.

"tell me what feels good." he said. you brought your hand to grip his hair, guiding him to lick up and down.

"mmm, theo." you brought up his hand to your mouth and he watched as you put his middle and ring fingers in your mouth. your tongue swirled around them, lubing them up. a string of spit connected you as you pulled them out. "finger me please." you let out. he did not hesitate to line up his fingers with your entrance. he slowly pushed in one finger and then the other as you adjusted.

you never enjoyed fingering yourself but his were so much longer and hit just the right spots. you were now a moaning mess. his mouth went back to your clit, sucking aggressively on it as he sensed you getting closer.

"oh my- mmm." you moaned as his fingers pounded into your pussy faster.

"be a good girl and cum all over my fingers for me." those words alone tipped you over to reach your orgasm. the boy smiled as you let out high pitched moans and whimpers. you pulled his hand away as you recovered. you panted and looked at him who was still hovering over you.

"i want to suck you off so bad right now." you said.

"then do it."

you pecked his lips as you pushed him beside you. he settled on the bed, leaning on the bed frame. you pulled his sweatpants off to see the wet spot on his underwear and his hard cock.

"i guess you really enjoyed making me cum." you smiled.

"so, so much."

"it's time for me to do the same to you." you pulled his underwear off and to the side. his cock sprung up and it was rock hard. precum was already leaking from his tip and your mouth was watering.

you took him in your hand and stroked slowly.

"you're so big.." you licked from the base to the tip and lubed him up with some of your spit, stroking again. you finally put him in your mouth, sucking slowly up and down. he threw his head back from the pleasure.

"fuck, your mouth is so warm."

you began to go faster, him leading your head. one hand was playing with his balls as the other gripped what didn't fit in your mouth. you looked up at him and made eye contact. the noises he let out were heavenly. as he got closer his grip on your hair got tighter.

"l-let me know, fuck... if it's too, uh, too much." he said, loosening his grip slightly. you grabbed his hand, signaling him to go hard again. you moaned around his cock at the feeling.

"gonna fill your pretty mouth up," his head leaned back and his monas were louder as you released into you. you eagerly swallowed, looking at his face the entire time.

"that was so hot." you said. theodore chuckled as his caught his breath. you got up to lay next to him. it was silent as you took in what just happened. the boy turned his head to look at you and you looked back.

"so does this mean anything?" you asked.

"what?" he gave a confused look.

"i mean, friends don't suck eachother off."

"oh, right." he thought for a moment. he'd honestly like to be something more with you but you kinda just had oral sex. that was way too soon.

"friends with benefits?" he questioned. it wasn't exactly what you imagined but that title meant he'd want to do this again, right?

"friends with benefits."

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fluff prompts 10 & 19 with pietro maximoff would be so cute 🥺

elevator talk

summary: while on a mission with the avengers team you manage to save pietro’s life leading him to want to show his appreciation for you inspired by this prompt list

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, set after age of ultron but pietro never dies and civil war doesn’t take place <3

note: i hope i don’t disappoint you with this fluff! i’ve been reading more quicksilver comics recently and this is the outcome of that :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want to see anymore content like this <3)

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"Remind me again, why did the ENTIRE team need to come on this mission?" You complained, fighting off two grown men while waiting for the signal Tony was supposed to give to tell you it's safe to go inside the building.

"Call it a group bonding session." Tony teased while flying near the building in his Iron Man suit, trying to figure out how to lower the shields. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, it became even more difficult to find the remaining Hydra bases and due to the Ultron situation that occurred a few years ago, the difficulty only increased.

"Could we do a little less chitchat and a little more fighting?" Steve demands, you could hear Cap's grunts through your earpiece, making it obvious that he's struggling to fight off the Hydra goons.

You were a couple miles away from the building attempting to make your way closer to it, the enemies clearly noticed your arrival when they saw a person in red and yellow suit flying pass their windows, easily recognising the well known Iron Man.

And because a huge green angry Hulk isn't exactly easy to ignore.

"Clearly Cap can't keep up with us superheroes." Pietro teased, with a blink of an eye he knocked out the enemies surrounding both you and Steve.

"Thanks for the help Sonic, I'd give you some onion rings but I don't have any on me right now." You joked, smirking at the exasperated speedster that stood in front of you.

"I just saved your life and this is how you repay me Prinţesă?" He feigned hurt, placing his hand over heart.

"Saving her life? That's a bit of an exaggeration even for you Piet." Wanda's voice was heard from the comms, she managed to make her way into the building effortlessly, fighting beside Vision.

"Mind your business Wanda." Pietro scoffs biting back the smile forming on his face, he could hear his sisters laugh through the earpiece.

"As much as I love hearing the two of you argue with each other, now may not be the time." Natasha commented, followed by Clint agreeing.

You sighed, knowing they were right, focusing on the mission instead of the twin in front of you, glancing around at your surroundings. You noticed the enemies lined up behind Pietro preparing for an attack. You would've seen it earlier if it wasn't for the conversation distracting you.

You thought it was too late when you saw the bullet fly through the air, aiming directly at Pietro, it felt as though it was moving in slow motion. The piece of metal cutting through the air making its way to the speedster. Not registering the fact that Pietro had super healing abilities your mind recalled what happened in Sokovia. The bullets going through Pietro in every angle possible. Him falling onto the ground, the colour drained from his face, everyone thought he was dead, Wanda included. That was until the speedster managed to spit out a joke about Ultron's good aim.

You didn't register what you were doing until after you did it. Rushing to protect him from the bullet you pushed him out of the way last minute, the bullet barely missed him, you felt the bullet scrape against your arm instead. Pietro fell to the ground with a yelp as you fell on top of him, wincing due to the pain the bullet caused you.

Steve ran over to the two of you after knocking out the culprit.

"They're both down." Steve states, Pietro shakes his head, attempting to sit up, lifting you up and placing you in his lap comfortably.

"Why'd you do that? You know I can take bullets right?" Pietro scowled, glancing over your body to check for anymore injuries besides the bullet wound, his hands were gentle, brushing over your body in a caring manner as he lets the palm of his hands rest on the sides of your face, holding your face in his hands.

"Now i saved your life." You joked, blushing at the position the two of you were currently in and trying to hide the pain the bullet was causing you. You weren't a super soldier or someone with super healing abilities, so jumping in front of a bullet to save someone that could survive getting shot multiple times wasn't smart thinking on your part.

But you couldn't help it.

You wouldn't say you and Pietro were best friends, you did get along well but the twin refrained from getting close to any of the avengers. Your relationship consisted of teasing each other often and bumping into each other constantly during midnight, resulting in the two of you having your own midnight sessions where the two of you sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate.

You reminisced on the last time you had your 'midnight session' with Pietro, not being able to focus on what Pietro and Steve were saying to you, there was a loud ringing in your head, echoing as you closed your eyes to stop the headache that was forming, you felt yourself being lifted up in someone's arms.

Maybe you underestimated how bad the bullet wound was.

"Fine weather we're having don't you think?" You laughed, glancing over at the window, the heavy rain pelted against the glass of the compound, that alongside the wind that sounded much louder in your bedroom made it difficult to even attempt to sleep. You could just barely make out the trees in the distance due to the night sky.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight, don't you need the sleep before our mission tomorrow?" Pietro questioned. He was facing the stove, you could smell the hot chocolate that was heating up. You made your way next to him, grabbing two mugs and placing them next to him before moving to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

You swapped positions with Pietro, passing the can of whipped cream to him and grabbing the spoon that was used to stir the hot chocolate.

"Oh wait! I made cookies today, we could have them now!" You remembered, grabbing the plate of cookies from the cupboard and placing it on the table, Pietro immediately reached out for one, and then another.

"I don't know if you know this yet but, I love you." Pietro confesses, grabbing another cookie. You pushed the plate away from him before he could grab another.

"You gotta slow down Piet, don't want you emptying the plate before we even get to have the hot chocolate, now do we?" You grinned and he complains, reaching out for another.

"It's nice to know you care so much about my well-being dragă." You rolled your eyes at the smirk plastered on his face. With the blink of an eye he was stood across from you, closer to the plate of cookies, with another in his hand.

The two of you couldn't stop the smiles that formed on your face, even going to bed in a much better mood than you were in previously.

It was hours after the mission, you were patched up as soon as the quinjet landed at the compound. After a long lecture from Steve and the debriefing, you were finally able to be alone, only wanting to go back your room and sleep for days.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to your floor, too tired to take the stairs. You attempted to fight back the tiredness, blinking harshly to keep yourself awake, missing the blue streak of a superhero making its way into the elevator and right beside you.

"How are you feeling Dragă mea?" Pietro speaks out after a couple moments, you jumped in shock not realising the speedster was next to you.

"Dammit Piet! What did I say about doing that?" You held your hands over your chest, frightened. He looked at you apologetically before moving to the elevator buttons, pressing the button that stops the elevator from moving.

You stared at him as he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"Piet... what's wrong?" You whispered, analysing his face and posture, you could tell he was stressed. He turned to look at you, his face softening when your eyes met.

"I can’t lose you prinţesă." He manages to say, making his way to you, reaching out for your hand.

His hand was warm in yours, he held onto your hand tightly, you looked at him confused, raising your hand to rest against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re not going to lose me, where’s this coming from Pietro?” You asked softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head rested against his chest. You could feel his uneven breaths, almost as if he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Pietro struggled to even out his breath, panic bubbling up inside of him, he can’t lose you. Even the thought of losing you filled him with dread, he doesn’t deserve someone to risk their life for him, especially someone like you.

“How did I manage to get you?” He finally whispers, pulling back to look at you.

That’s when you understood what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to lose you too, you know? Even the thought of it, it just-” You take a deep breath, smiling solemnly at him. “Every-time we go on a mission I’m terrified Piet, after what happened in Sokovia- after what happened to you. I cant lose you, I care too much about you.” The memories of what happened in Sokovia haunted you. You weren’t close to the Maximoffs then but you understood them, you understood their pain and loss. Similarly to them you had no one, no family, no one to say ‘I love you’ too.

Until now.

“That’s a very complicated way to say you love me, dragă.” He teased, you could see the redness in his eyes from the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Well no one else enjoys my baking as much as you do.” He rolled his eyes in response knowing your referencing the night before, while still holding you in his arms, he reaches out to turn the elevator back on.

No more words were needed to be said, not for now at least. You had each other, and that’s all that mattered to you, for now.

heyy!! i love your writing!! can you do a one shot where peter loves giving y/n hickies and she’s at a pool party with the rest of the avengers? and she takes her bathing suit of and everyone starts teasing her about them ? while peter is just smirking about it ? thank you!!

trouble in paradise

w/c: 2.8k

warnings: lots of suggestiveness, swearing, and mentions of drinking

a/n: i was super into this and wrote way more than i planned to but i hope that’s cool :,) enjoy !

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“peter, we have to go,” you giggle out, cupping a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth. “everybody’s waiting for us... what if they get suspicious?” peter playfully nips at your fingers before intertwining them with his own. “don’t know, don’t care,” he mumbles and pecks a spot on your jaw.

his lips attach to your neck next, kissing slowly and lightly down your skin. each one tingles in the best way possible. he’s always so good at this, all movements thought out, done with care. he’s a little too good.

if you don’t leave now, you’ll spend the whole afternoon locked in peter’s room with him on top of you. not that that isn’t a dream come true, but you bought a cute bikini for your pool day with the team and want to make use of it.

it’s actually what inspired peter to pin you down and kiss every visible inch of your body. one look at you in the thing, and he was done for.

“by the way,” peter’s voice comes out raspy. the vibrations tickle you, making you bite back a smile. “yellow looks really nice on you, baby. you pull it off perfect.” his free hand sets on your exposed stomach, just above your hip. “yeah?” you gaze up at peter innocently. “i thought you’d like it.”

you’re in a yellow and white striped two piece that leaves little to the imagination. the bottoms are tied on either side, strings revealing more than they hide. the top plunges low and pushes up, which is the right combination to drive peter crazy.

although, you could’ve worn baggy swim trunks and had the same effect. he’s easy.

“you got this just for me?” peter smirks at the idea, peppering your neck in more kisses. “adorable, y/n.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “that’s it? adorable?” your leg winds around peter’s waist to draw him in closer. “i’m much more than adorable, and you know it.”

his hand leaves yours and moves to your thigh. he trails his fingers up and down your skin, the simple touch leaving goosebumps.

peter gives your thigh a small squeeze, his nose nudging the tip of yours. “prove it, then.” you’re positive he can feel your heart beating through the thin material of his nasa t-shirt. your worries about missing the pool day have long faded away.

you capture peter’s lips in a kiss that he instantly reciprocates. he grins into it, letting you take control. laughing breathlessly at his eagerness, you thread your fingers in his chocolate curls. you tug gently on them and tilt your head up to deepen the kiss. you continue playing with peter’s hair as you nibble on his lower lip.

god, it gets him going when you do that.

“hm, i love you,” peter sighs, both arms hooking around your middle. “love you so much, princess.” that earns a lighthearted eye roll from you. “i love you, pete. kinda ruining the mood, though.” he apologizes with a chuckle and a peck at your lips. “oops. i was doing so well, too.” beaming up at him, you stroke his curls in reassurance. “who said you stopped?”

peter takes that as his cue to indulge you in another kiss. he parts his swollen lips, your tongue running over his bottom one. you let out a hum when his tongue enters your mouth instead. arching your back so your body presses against his, you begin to guide his hands towards your hips.

much to your dismay, peter suddenly breaks the kiss.

you whine and pull at his locks to get his attention. “what are you-“ “shhhh,” peter cuts you off, lips latching onto your neck again. that makes you oblige. sucking with just the right amount of pressure on your skin, his nimble fingers hook in your bottoms.

“let me know if this is okay,” he prefaces, meeting your hooded eyes for permission to untie the strings. “yeah, pete. you’re… you’re good. do it.” you throw your head back on the pillow. you’re enjoying his marking of your neck, too caught up to consider the inevitable bruising.

there’s something about littering you in hickeys that peter can’t get enough of. maybe it’s the little noises he coaxes from you, or how you say his name. whatever it is, he’s obsessed. you’re both well aware of that.

peter makes his way down your body, his kisses doing the same, until he’s facing your chest. he licks his lips as he looks you over. you could melt under his gaze.

“you’re right, y/n. you aren’t just adorable,” he speaks softly. “you’re so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful.” you leave a kiss on the top of peter’s head in response, smiling when he resumes his own kissing. he goes farther this time, your breath hitching as he stops just above your cleavage. his thumb swipes across your inner thigh.

“pete, baby…” you cup his cheeks with your hands, impatient. “please. want you so bad.” peter glances up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his features. “i got you, princess. relax a bit.” he’s impossible. groaning, you push his shoulders. “i hate it when you tease.” he grabs your hips to steady you. “i’m not teasing… i’m taking my time. you deserve it.”

before you can complain, his lips land on your stomach. he peppers kisses down carefully and simultaneously starts to fiddle with your bikini. finally. you exhale a breath of relief, but he only undoes one string.

“you’re fucking kidding,” you grumble, peter frowning against you. “can i not just appreciate you for a while?” he rhetorically asks. he’s nearing where you need him most, so you hold your tongue. peter keeps you in place by your waist while his lips ghost on one of your hips. your body is on fire at this point, his breath cool on you.

“alright, you’ve waited long enough,” peter decides, shifting to untie your other bikini string. “what i’ve been saying,” you immediately agree.

when he finishes with your bottoms, he doesn’t take them off just yet. his fingertips brush along each of your sides as he peers up at you. chills break out all over your skin.

“peter benjamin parker, i swear to god-“ your words are replaced with a gasp, peter’s mouth now on your inner thigh. his teeth sink into you ever so slightly, lips curving into a smile at your whimpering. “what was that, y/l/n?” he kisses back up to your hip. “nothing… never mind,” you dismiss him. your eyes flutter closed.

“mhm, good girl,” peter murmurs, now marking up the soft skin below your waist. he grins to himself when your hands once again situate in his hair. “babe…” you pant, his tongue poking out to soothe a fresh hickey. “take them off, please.” your eyes are desperate as they lock with peter’s, spreading your legs out for him.

“what, these?” peter hums, dragging his fingers down your stomach. they slip inside either side of your bottoms. “shit, yes,” you affirm with a yank at his curls.

peter pauses for a moment, then moves off of you completely. he stays between your legs, another smirk painting his face.

“everyone’s waiting for us, remember?” he sarcastically reminds you. “kinda rude to leave them hanging.” you hoist yourself off peter’s bed in anger, shoving your discarded coverup shirt from earlier at his chest. “you fucking tease! i should’ve known you were gonna do this shit.”

peter swings his legs over the bed, wiping his lips that still hold a smirk. “aw… c’mere, baby,” he coos and pats his lap. “i’m not done yet. let me help you out for real.”

you consider the offer, eyes flitting between his skilled hands and inviting mouth. you’ve got nothing to lose, only gain.

“fine,” you pretend to be annoyed. peter opens his arms for you, which you easily crawl into. your legs are on either side of him as you grab onto his shoulders. you watch him in anticipation. he kisses your chin lovingly, his hands finding their place on your hips.

however, it’s not for the reason you’re expecting. peter ties up your bikini how you had it before, rubbing your thighs once he’s done.

technically, he did help you out.

“there. let’s hit the pool, hm?” he picks up your coverup from beside him and holds it out to you. you’re going to absolutely murder him later. “swim alone, parker,” you huff, snatching the oversized tee from him. his eyes widen. “hey, you were the one who-“ “swim alone!” you climb off his lap and toss your shirt over your head.

peter doesn’t want to push it, so he lets you head out of his room. you of course flip him off as you make your exit. he waits until you’re outside to join the rest of the team, shirtless with his shorts hanging dangerously low.

you’re splayed out on a lounge chair between wanda and natasha, applying sunscreen to your face. bruce and thor are having a splashing contest in the pool, tony is fixing drinks, and scott is searching for blow up toys. sam, bucky, and vision choose to observe everyone from a table under an umbrella.

you scowl at peter on the other side of the pool. he strikes up a conversation with sam and bucky, shooting you a wink that you scoff at.

“trouble in paradise?” natasha observes. she squints between you and peter over her sunglasses. “kind of.” you pat the sunscreen into your cheeks with a nod. “uh oh, what’d he do this time?” wanda knowingly chimes in. “it’s not what he did… it’s what he didn’t do,” you admit.

peter rakes a hand through his messy curls, looking over at you.

tease.

natasha lays back on her chair, unbothered. “you’re gonna have to elaborate on that, y/l/n.” wanda nudges your side. “we’ve all been there! men are nasty.” you simply shrug. that’s one way to put it. “what does that make vision?” natasha jokes, wanda confidently replying, “a synthezoid.” “whatever that is,” she mutters to you, taking the sunscreen bottle from your lap.

peter starts coming your way after receiving a pat on the back from bucky and a shoulder clap from sam. he sports a harmless smile now, waving at scott as he approaches you.

you reluctantly get up from the comfortable position you’re in. “i’ll be right back,” you inform nat and wanda, fixing your coverup as you stand. “take your time,” natasha muses. “put him in his place,” wanda suggests.

with their advice in mind, you meet peter in a shaded area away from the team. you fight back the urge to gulp when his chiseled abs come into view.

“you’re not actually mad at me, right?” peter checks, scratching the back of his neck. there’s your boy, shy as ever. the many sides of him never cease to amaze you. “i might be,” you coyly answer. “how come? did i hurt you or something?” he steps closer to you and hugs your waist.

you’d accuse him of playing dumb, but he’s genuinely oblivious.

you place your hands on either of his biceps, despite your frustration. “on the inside.” “meaning?” peter wonders. “i… i wanted you to…” you’re not sure how to phrase it. “make me feel good, you know?” he pouts at your confession. “i thought that’s what i was doing.”

“no, you were. what i meant was, i didn’t want you to stop,” you reiterate, fingers smoothing over his skin. “you did, though.” peter catches on, laughing quietly and pulling you into a proper hug. “mm, sorry ‘bout that.” he bends to kiss your forehead, your arms around his neck. “i’ll make it better, pretty girl. wanna join me for a shower later?”

“it’s a date,” you confirm, pecking peter’s lips. he wiggles his eyebrows. “how romantic.” you flick the side of his head with a giggle. “save it for later. right now, let’s swim.”

peter follows you by his hand you grab in yours, his eyes twinkling. he lets you lead him over to the pool. you take a detour to change at your lounge chair, his mouth literally watering at the thought of seeing you in your bikini once again.

when you pull your shirt off, his jaw drops. that’s a bit dramatic, since this isn’t a new sight for him.

“um, y/n?” peter looks you up and down, handing you your coverup back. “you should probably-“ “relax, princess,” you repeat his words from earlier. “we all know i’m yours. a bikini won’t change that.” peter merely chuckles. “it’s not that,” he attempts to explain. “you can wear whatever you want! but-“

“there’s no problem, then,” you correct him, throwing the oversized shirt on the chair. “come on, weirdo.”

reconnecting both your hands, you head over to the pool with peter walking next to you. wanda and natasha whisper about something as you go.

you pass bruce as he skips over to tony’s juice bar. he slows down to say hi to you and peter.

“when did you kids get here?” he questions, elbowing peter. “not too long ago,” peter wraps his arms around your middle from behind. “we were just gonna go for a swim, so bye!” you exchange a look with bruce. “i sincerely apologize for his behavior.”

bruce is about to engage in your banter, then he notices. he points from your neck to your chest. “y/n… you have a little something, um…” he clears his throat when he realizes what the something is. “everywhere.”

in pure confusion, you cock your head to the side. “what are you talking about? did i miss some sunscreen?” peter chews on his lip to hold back a grin. “i’ll let pete tell you,” bruce awkwardly smiles. “see you lovebirds around.”

he gets out of there, and fast.

peter rests his chin on your head, you poking his bare stomach. “seriously, what was he talking about?” you demand. he breathes out a laugh as you turn around to face him. “right. so, i might’ve given you a few-“

“y/n! underoos!” tony calls, strutting up to you and peter with two glasses in hand. they each have fruit slices and swirly straws. “be my guinea pigs, will you? brucey boy won’t try my concoctions until someone else does.” he nods back at bruce, thrusting the drinks into each of your hands.

“do we have a choice?” you ask tony, swishing around the icy blend. “oh, live a little,” tony responds and taps peter’s glass. “drink up, kiddos. feedback to be announced.”

peter sips the orange drink, you mixing it around before sampling. it’s not half bad.

“well?” tony gives two thumbs up. “what do we think?” peter licks some sugar off the edge of the glass. “woah. it’s kinda awesome, mr. stark,” he praises. you push your hair off your shoulder nonchalantly. “i like it. there’s a kick to it, though.” tony clicks his tongue. “ah, that’s tequila.”

both you and peter almost spit the concoction out. “oh my god, tony!” you shove the half-full glass back into tony’s hand. “we’re not allowed to drink yet!” “i can keep a secret,” tony promises, collecting peter’s cup nevertheless.

your skin showing catches tony’s attention at last.

“good god! parker, are you seeing this? what on earth happened?” tony gestures to you in shock. peter isn’t able to fight back a smirk this time. “don’t worry, mr. stark. she’s alright.” audibly gagging, tony makes the connection. “well… you did quite the number, didn’t you? bye-bye, now!”

he leaves even more abruptly than bruce did, which piques your concern.

“ok, peter,” you start in a warning tone. “what’d you do to me? this is getting weird.”

“peter and y/n sitting in a tree!” sam and bucky chant from their table. “k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” they spell out. visions shields his face, mortified to be associated with them. “first comes love!” sam yells. “then comes marriage!” bucky shouts after. the two of them join in together again. “then comes baby in the baby carriage!”

“ok… don’t freak out, babe,” peter traces his hands along your sides to calm you. “so, i sort of-“ “here, y/n,” wanda appears behind you with a compact mirror. she smiles sheepishly as you take it from her.

terrified for what you’re about to see, you aim the mirror so it shows your neck. your mouth falls agape. there’s a huge hickey off to the side and a couple of tiny ones near your collarbone. you can only imagine what your hips look like.

you slam the mirror shut and set your gaze on peter, who finds this too amusing for your liking. you’re about five seconds away from destroying him, and not in the way he hopes for. wanda taps him on the shoulder to alert him.

“you better run.”



Yk that one scene from the kissing booth where Elle doesn’t have any school pants that fit so she has to wear her old really short skirt to school with Finn, her best friend, how about y/n has to do the same with HER best friend Peter Parker

got your back

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, suggestiveness, and flash needs to get smacked

a/n: i got ur message about the name thing lmfhjsksj and thank you for sending this in!! i changed it up a little but i hope that’s alright cuz i love how it turned out :) pls enjoy <3

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“oh my god, this is terrible. literally everyone’s worst nightmare come true,” you mumble to peter, gripping the subway pole tight in both hands. he’s standing on the other side of it so you’re facing each other. he looks you up and down with a crooked smile. “relax, y/n. it’s not that bad!”

peter’s gaze fixes on your bare legs. you’d woken up late this morning, so you threw on whatever you could find first in your closet. one article of clothing happened to be a mini skirt from freshman year that your senior body has seriously outgrown.

you were already out the door when you realized, peter gawking at you as you met him outside your building.

it was a good kind of gawking, for the record. he’s definitely into the skimpy style you’re unintentionally rocking, but he’ll never admit it. that would be creepy.

plus, friends don’t drool over each other in broad daylight. he’s certain he’d be breaking some sort of bestie code.

peter gives you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “trust me, you’re not the only kid in the history of midtown who’s had a wardrobe malfunction.” your eyes widen at his understatement. “wardrobe malfunction? peter, my whole ass is out!”

“jesus, y/n/n. don’t announce that,” he chuckles, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. pouting, you bury your face in peter’s sweater clad chest. you feel safe here. peter squeezes you closer, the subway jittering to a stop.

you hoped you’d never have to get off.

“let’s hit it, promiscuous girl,” peter teases and receives a groan from you. your words are muffled. “shut up. i’m not going in there, and you can’t make me.” he presses his lips together, resting his forehead against your scalp. “listen… no one’s gonna care, okay? if they do, i’ll handle them.”

you back away from peter’s chest at last. he slowly lifts his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his doe eyes lock with yours. the subway doors finally fly open.

“okay, okay. i’m going,” you sigh.

peter knowingly offers you a hand, which you gladly take. he threads his fingers through yours, his sleeve covering your intertwined hands. the two of you then trek onto the platform and down the stairs to school.

“girls get dress-coded just for showing their shoulders. i wonder what my sentence is gonna be,” you snort, following beside peter to the main entrance of midtown. “misogyny starts young,” peter agrees. “principal morita is usually chill, though. i actually heard he-“

the story is cut off by someone whistling at you. it’s none other than flash thompson and his posse, who shamelessly check you out as you walk by. peter’s blood instantly boils.

“y/l/n’s got body-ody-ody. who knew?” flash shouts out, his equally annoying friends cackling along. “sheesh, perfect way to kick off the day. i love breakfast and a view.”

his catcalling draws the attention of the other students around you. you’re soon being pointed at and whispered about from all four corners. you completely freeze, unable to process the words of reassurance peter whispers in your ear.

what happened to no one caring?

flash has the audacity to strut right up to you. everybody watches the exchange. “hey, save me a slice of that cake for later,” he mocks.

you’d normally fight back, put him in his place, but you’re so humiliated that you don’t have it in you to engage. luckily, peter is more than capable enough for the both of you. he’ll handle it, as promised.

“shut the fuck up, flash. she’s not interested. no one is,” peter spits, his jaw clenched. those are words you hadn’t expected to leave his mouth. “take the loss and get out of here,” he concludes. flash rolls his eyes. “she could speak for herself, last time i checked.”

beyond fed up, peter drops your hand and steps toward flash. he gets in his face and lowers his voice.

“i could knock you out with just a punch, last time i checked,” peter threatens. he never resorts to physical violence, but he’s willing to make an exception for you. “unless you’d like to earn another dislocated jaw… i’d walk away, buddy.”

flash gulps, vividly remembering his and peter’s incident on the bus ride to prague. that time was an accident. this time wouldn’t be.

“shit, fine. just… back up, man,” he weakly gets out. peter obliges with a sugary sweet smile. flash scrambles back over to his entourage, shooting you a glare on the way. your mouth fallen agape, you rejoin peter and grab his arm.

the entire courtyard has their eyes on you two.

“uh, nothing to see here! carry on, folks!” you awkwardly laugh. peter is still fuming, steam practically coming out of his ears.

people gradually return to their own conversations, although they’re now about you and your outfit choice.

you drag peter away from the scene and begin heading into school. “what the hell, peter? are you trying to get both of us expelled?” you scold. peter exhales hot air from his nose, you leading him inside. “no, of course not. i…”

he pauses, taking your trembling hands in his. you’re a bit freaked out from flash’s crude remarks, and understandably so.

“i couldn’t let him talk to you like that, y/n. i’m sorry if i made things any worse,” peter apologizes, sincerely. “i just want you to know i got your back, alright? always.” he frowns when he feels you start to shake. “woah, you okay?”

you plaster on a grin, brushing his concern off. “better than ever. um, we should get to class,” you change the subject. “maybe we’ll be early for once.”

peter doesn’t buy the act for a second. he’s not pressing, though. today is going to be rough, and your experience so far proves it. he won’t add to your stress.

“yeah, good call” peter affirms. “after you.” he gestures in the direction of your first period class. “and they say chivalry is dead,” you tut, peter wiggling his eyebrows.

you make one last effort to tug down your skirt as much as possible, the fear of being written up very prominent in your mind. peter gets an idea he wishes he’d thought of earlier.

“wait, i want you to have this,” he prefaces, checking the area before slipping his arms out of his sweater. you quickly move to cover him. “pete, what are you doing?”

as if he isn’t stripping in the middle of the hallway, he casually pulls the light blue material over his head. you’re relieved that he ends up to be wearing a flannel underneath.

peter stays behind you and wraps his sweater around your waist. “it’s not much, but it should help a little bit. keep you warm, at the very least,” he explains while tying it so that your whole ass isn’t out, as you’d gracefully put it.

“you’re a lifesaver, pete. thank you so much,” you giggle, a genuine giggle as you admire his handiwork. “thanks for standing up to flash for me, too. that was wild. dude nearly pissed himself on the spot.” peter playfully clicks his tongue. “he did not. i wasn’t that scary, was i?”

you turn to look at him for emphasis. “uh, you totally were! by the way, was that the first time you’ve ever cussed?” color painting his cheeks, peter scratches the back of his neck. “i guess so. never had a reason to until then.”

he’s suddenly tackled into a hug from you, your arms slung around his neck as you lay a big kiss on his cheek. he hugs you back by your waist with an eye-crinkling grin, careful not to mess up the sweater. a smile overtaking your features, you place your hands on either of peter’s cheeks. he kisses your palm softly.

“you’re a real one, peter parker.”

Hero Friend-ship (Pietro)

Is this hero worhsip or just some heros doing the friendship

Your scream tore through the air as you threw up the shield, watching the two men cower, covering the small child.

Bullets twanged against your wall and you felt something drip from your nose. As silence filled the air, you smiled at the silver haired man, who stared at you with wonder.

Then it went dark.

“My name’s Steve Rogers and I’d like to issue you with an invitation to join the Avengers Initiative.”

“It’s still an initiative?” You groan, blinking at the blonde haired magazine cover before you and he frowns, glancing left at the mirrored window across from you. A loud laugh barks out of a speaker high on the wall and Steve Rogers rolls his eyes and blushes.

“Google the definition of initiative, kid.” Someone says through the speakers and you nod slowly, chewing your lip.

“Okay.” You answer, pushing yourself into a sitting position and taking in the giant screens that face your bed. Oh.

Details of your powers, your conditions, a scrolling window of your medical history and a line diagram of a womans body, overlaid with rotating information sheets that you assume correspond to different things. Like your powers or your broken arm from grade four.

“Sorry.” Steve Rogers winces, clearing his throat and studiously avoiding looking at the wall. You’re grateful, or you would be if you didn’t believe he’d been reading it while he waited for you to wake.

“So…”

“The Avengers.”

“Right.” You nod, frowning. “Where’s the contract? I should read it.”

“Of course.” He says, grabbing a gigantic stack of papers and picking them up. For a moment, your heart rate skyrockets and you can hear it on the machine, until he drops the pile onto another table and leans back to the first table, picking up and offering you a tablet.

“That was really sneaky.” You whine and he laughs softly, his smile filled with something so wholesome it hurts.

“I’ll leave you with that.” He smiles, pushing out the door and you click on the tablet, a terms and conditions page opening.

Damn.

“Hello.” The silver haired man coos from the doorway and you jump, turning to him with your hand pressed to your heart.

“You frightened me.” You frown and he nods sagely, a smirk giving the corners of his lips an uptick.

“It looks good on you.” He says and you blink at him, watching his cheeks flush and his expression -screw up for a moment. “I mean- Would you like to go get dinner some time?”

Damn.

“No.” You answer succinctly, turning back to the bag on your bed and pulling out the photo of your little brother.

“Why not?” He says sounding surprised and you sigh softly, inaudible to him, thankfully.

“I’m busy.” You shrug, setting the photo beside your bed and smiling at it. If you pretend he isn’t there, then he might leave. “You also said fear looks good on me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that… But what about when you’re not busy?” He asks and you peek at him over your shoulder, glaring a bland look at him. “Fine. Okay.”

 Pietro, the name you’d learned a few hours after meeting him, hounded you.

Over the course of a few days, he invited you to every function, activity and minor trip you can imagine.

Of course, you denied him every time. You’ve been through a hero worship romance and it nearly killed you- emotionally- and you’re never doing that again.

“So do you like cookies and cream or strawberries and cream?” Pietro asks and you swallow your loud sigh. Across the room, Natasha is openly staring and smirking while Wanda covertly casts a glance your way every so often.

“I like neither.” Your eyes move to the window, turning your body just a bit but enough to cut off the conversation you’re having with the silver haired boy. Or so you think.

“Really? I like cookies and cream. Specifically, Oreos. They’re great. Know what else is great? This zoo I went to recently, want to come with when I go again?” The words are awkward and you’re so uncomfortable and filled with pity that you can’t help but spear him with a glare.

“Please, stop.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I mean it. No more of this, I’m not interested.” You give him a half-hearted glare before returning your gaze to the window, but not before you catch sight of Wanda’s scowl and Natasha’s raised eyebrows. Natasha is whispering something to Wanda, who is shaking her head vehemently, and then your eyes are focused on the clouds.

The sofa shifts as Pietro leaves and your shoulders droop.

He’s your type. He’s so your type it’s not even funny.

Handsome, funny, good natured, strong emotionally. Even the thought of his emotional strength gives you a heart boner. He’d be so understanding. Oh, man.

But alas you didn’t save his life to get a date. You didn’t even really save his life, your life saving was for the wee babe in his arms.

Whatever.

“Hey, wanna go out on a date?” Natasha asks, her voice smokey and you feel yourself go still. Crap? Crap?

“Uh, pardon?” You cough awkwardly, choking on air. Natasha stares at you, waiting and you swallow hard. “Sorry, what?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” She repeats and you nervously shake your head. “So you’re not into girls, so-”

“Hey, hey.” You cut in, righteous sexuality frustration simmering gently in your gut. “I can like a girl. I like girls sometimes.”

“So then why-”

“Because we work together! This isn’t Friends where the group easily survives Ross and Rachels relationship drama, this is pretty well the darkest timeline and if something can go wrong, it will.” You sigh, glaring at the woman before you. “I’m not putting anyones neck on the line because I can’t keep it in my pants. And I’m not going to date Pietro because he’s got some lifesaver crush on me, okay?”

Natasha stares at you for a moment longer before her lips quirk upwards. “Those are all great points, I like you.”

“Thank you, I had accidentally prepared them earlier.”

Her laugh is light and you’re almost regretting your denial of her offer.

“My brother doesn’t have a hero worship crush on you or a life saver crush on you,” Wanda hisses and you try not to visibly cringe. She’s been reading your mind. Maybe she can hear the literal eesh sound in your head right now.

“I can, it’s juvenile.” You do wince this time and she sighs, a half-hearted glare in her eyes. “We all have to read up on new team members if we are offering them a contract and it looks like they’ll say yes. My brother liked the you he saw on paper, turns out the you he met in person was awful.”

“Then the jokes on him, I could’ve told him I’m awful myself,” you snipe and she scowls at you. “Look, it’s obviously more than a hero worship crush, I don’t mix business with pleasure for a reason, it’s the plot for a billion bad movies. I’m just not interested in the drama.”

“I can respect that,” Pietro says and you jump, clutching your chest.

“Jesus Christ!” You swear, glaring at him and he murmurs an apology.

“I can respect that though, perhaps we might be friends instead? I do see how my advances could be taken as romantic- which some of them were but others weren’t.” He looks so genuine and apologetic, wow. “Perhaps we could go to the zoo together? With other people as well, perhaps the whole team if they are available. It would be a great excuse for team bonding, or rather use the excuse of team bonding for a trip to the zoo.”

You grin, glad you’re allowed to finally be interested. Being friends would be great.

You and my brother are so going to get married.

Shut up, no.

Oh, yes. Within two years if you’re still alive.

endedd

Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help