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silver lining ; peter maximoff x !gn reader

summary: you try to braid your boyfriends hair, by his request, yet he cant seem to sit still. (fluff only sorry guys)

warnings: just a brief use of y/n, corny fluff, rusty writing, and possibly ooc Peter

a/n: sooo.. this isn't my first fic ever, but it's been a HOT minute. I'm sorry if this is bad, but it's midnight and the peter brain rot is really getting to me :,) also I DEFINITLEY did not make this with Lom in mind.

your fingers brushed through peters hair, periodically separating his silver locks; interlocking the strands over one another, you take a moment to admire him.

his pretty brown eyes, so full of mischief, always make you feel special. even now, as he looked up at you, the back of his head protruding against your stomach, his plush lip jutted out in a pout, he still managed to make you feel like you were the only person in the world.

"cmonnn' y/n.." he droned out, whining like a child who'd  been put in time out

"shhh, peter, I'm just braiding your hair. plus, you were the one who asked me for a braid, no?" you remarked, giggling out that coquettish laugh he absolutely adored.

the sound alone was always enough to shut him up, and this time was no different. he let out a huff, only to relent, pushing himself further into your touch.

truthfully, he really loved these moments with you much more then he let on. he loved the way your fingers curled through the frostbitten strands of his hair, his heart always pounding in response to the painstaking tenderness that always seemed to settle into your eyes.

despite how badly he wanted to just bask in the moment with you, it's just so hard for him to sedate that burning need to move, to do something. the ache that settled in his chest, quite literally vibrating him from the inside out never failed to test his poise.  you usually manage to chill him out. somehow. even when he feels like he's two seconds away from combusting, you always slow the world around him, allowing him to ground himself to all the things he so desperately tries to run from.

now, felling slight less antsy, peter watched as you continued your work, admiring the way your lips parted. you look so outrageously good when you're focused.

tying the hairs you'd managed to weave together; much to peters delight, you pulled back with a satisfied smile. "I've never been able to perfect a braid before!" you cheered, hands clamping down on his broad shoulders.

he hunched forward from the sudden force of your excitement. a throaty laugh spilled from his pretty lips, your gaze shamelessly softening. how does he always manage to reduce you to a mushy mess? a true phenomenon, one Charles would surely know; he's definitely poked his metaphorical sticky fingers into your brain once or twice.

"oh, so I'm just your guinea pig? I see how it is." Peter babbled out, his faux offense bringing you out of your enamored haze, only bidding you to roll your eyes at him.

"hey dork? shut up and let me work my magic." you scolded the poor boy, successfully pulling another huff out of him once you tugged his head back by his forehead. now holding him in place, allowing you to weave your way through his hair once more, you were back at square one.

well.. technically square two, but it felt like square one to peter.

the process of separating his hair into chunks of three was nothing but melodic for you, watching as his silver tuffs fell between the webs of your fingers.

it was a homey feeling for Peter too, in the beginning.. but like always, he ultimately started to get antsy. again.

you watched as his leg bounced in steady repetitive motions, his body visibly vibrating. you silently took notice the way he had to physically restrain himself from whining like a damn dog, unable to stifle the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

"m' almost done Peter." you assured him, pressing a lingering kiss to the braided side of his head.

letting out a soft breath, he melted into the warmth of your touch; your soft voice reigning him in again. he would drown in your voice if he could, truly. "m'kay."

it felt like an eternity, but for your sake peter didn't complain. not once. in fact, he almost managed to stay completely still. almost.

your gaze never faltered from his face, surprised by the abnormal amount of silence. you were beginning to grow concerned, but that tight feeling in your chest was short lived.

finally threading the last of his hair, tying it up in a pretty braid, Peter wasted absolutely no time. in an invisible flash, too quick for your eyes to register, he was resting on top of you. his body pinning yours to the bed, he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you in for a quick kiss. "love you" he giggled out, pushing his head into the crook of your neck.

you would've been surprised if he was anybody but Peter, but you'd learned to adore his erratic behavior. "love you too Peter." you all but giggled out, knowing in mere moments he'd be running around the house showing off his new braids.

(a/n 2.0: I had no idea how to end this, sorry it was so bad 😭)

Boutta write a STORY about Peter Maximoff y'all, but anyways heres your chance to vent and your reminder to eat drink take a break and breath! Lemme know how yall are in the comments if you want, this is a mental break moment lovelies.

Peter Maximoff (Fem!reader)

Human Vibrator (slight smut)

Warnings: Vibrator, whining, idfk not much sappy shit ig.

"What's that?" I stopped turning around and seeing a jittery Peter invested in what's I my bag. I immediately put it behind my back. "Nothing." I turn around to put it in my room before I feel a breeze pass me and the bag is gone. "PETER-" "A rose...?" I watched as he took it out the box confused making me just stare at him before trying to take it away. "Ouuu a button.. OHH-" He dropped it as it vibrated in his hands and he looked at me like I was insane. "Uhm... it wasn't for me.." I lied through my teeth in sheer embarrassment cause what the actual fuck?! "Right..." he bent down picking it up before cutting it off. "I can do that too if I'm honest." I looked at him snatching the rose toy away from him.

"Cool." I feel him behind me his hands now on my hips, his boner pressing into me. "Can I show you?" I just looked down before nodding. In less than two seconds on was on my bed. "Damn you and your big ass jeans" Peter groans as he unzips them, pulling them from off my body. "Hands or mouth?" I look up a the ceiling... "Can I get both?" he Smirks and nods before taking my panda littered panties off before chuckling. "Shut it." He put his hands up in defense before licking my clit, a whimper leaving my now parted lips. His tongue speeds up to a vibrating feeling. "PETER-" I choke on a moan that was interrupted by a gasp as he stuck his fingers into my cunt and vibrating them as well. "OH FUCK IM GONNA CU-" My words put on hold as I feel the orgasm hit me like a shit ton of bricks sending me to grip his hair as he pulls his fingers out and lap up my juices before sucking his fingers. "Told ya so." I look at him half open eyed "Sure you did."

Shitty and short!!! yayyy!

taglist: @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler

In love with him and him

Can someone explain to me why everyone thinks Dark Phoenix was a bad movie?

Keen Eyes

Peter Maximoff X Mutant!Fem!Reader

Summary: Peter is in love with the reader who’s in love with Scott who’s in love with Jean. Scott and Jean are to loved up to see the damage they’re doing to Y/n but Peter can see it very clearly.

Warnings: Swearing nothing major but it’s there, angst, unrequited love, character deaths (2) although one isn’t really a death in this but it is in the movies if that makes any sense at all, Scott’s a bit of a jerk, Jean’s a bit of a bitch, self doubt and all the great problems it comes with. This isn’t proof read sorry :(

Set after X Men Apocalypse but before Dark Phoenix.

Enjoy

She stared at them, at first it was with anger at the girl but then it became a sadness that swept her away like a tsunami as if all the oceans in the world had suddenly towered over her and knocked her off her feet. The boy was whispering sweet nothings in the redheads ears as she giggled. Y/n was slightly glad she didn’t hear what they were saying probably some kind of loved up bullshit, it made her sick. She never thought she’d fall in love until she met Cyclops also known as Scott Summers but it was not to be as he’d fallen for his other fellow teammate Jean Grey.

Y/n couldn’t really blame him. If she was a guy she definitely would’ve picked Jean over her any day of the week. Jean was everything that Y/n wasn’t. She wasn’t as calm and collected as Jean nor was she as confident as Jean. She sighed angrily, wishing not for the first time, that she could have Raven’s powers so she could change into someone more beautiful. Jean Grey was beautiful. Y/n Y/l/n was not. It was as simple as that. She felt the tears start to form and quickly left the living room going to her room to wallow in her own self pity.

Peter Maximoff had been watching Y/n since she walked in. He knew of her crush on Scott and wondered how she’d take it. She’d taken it as well as he thought she would. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was breaking in half; her heart being torn every which way. It made Peter angry more angry then he’d ever been in his life. He got up from the couch and walked over to the couple.

“Scott can I talk to you?” He asked trying not to let anger seep through his voice. Scott huffed.

“Can this wait Peter I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He said before kissing Jean. She giggled and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck bringing him closer to her. Peter turned away.

“No Scott it can’t wait.” Scott groaned.

“Fine then what is it?” He snapped

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to her?”

“Who? Jean?” Scott questioned. “Probably turning her on.” Jean giggled again, Peter liked Jean he really did but if she giggled one more fucking time then Peter’s not going to be held responsible for his actions.

“No you fucking idiot Y/n!” Peter shouted fists clenched at his sides. Scott turned away from Jean to look at Peter.

“What about her?”

“She’s loved you for months. She told you she did but you didn’t care you only had your eyes on Jean!”

“Of course I did she’s Jean and Y/n’s Y/n.” This was making Peter almost it boiling point.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Peter nearly screamed.

“It means that Y/n could never compare to me.” Jean answered smugly.

“Look at you so high and mighty when it was you that nearly killed Y/n when you couldn’t control your powers!” Peter shouted.

“I killed Apocalypse.” Jean answered “What were you doing Peter laying on the ground crying because daddy doesn’t know you’re his son?” Scott chuckled.

“And what was Y/n doing when we were risking our lives? Where was she? Hiding? Trying to bring Angel back to life. He was our enemy and she brought him back to life. She’s a traitor to us. I don’t even know why Professor Xavier still lets her on the team.” Without thinking about the consequences Peter punched Scott with so much force he fell back onto the floor. He didn’t stop though Peter kept pummelling him until Jean used her telekinesis to get Peter off of Scott. She instantly sat down as Scott’s side. The boys both glaring at each other. Scott’s lip was busted, blood seeping from it.

“But if she’d saved Alex she would be fine.” Peter said. Scott when to lunge for him again but Jean held him back.

“Don’t talk about my brother when you’re the reason he’s dead in the first place.” Peter felt a pang of guilt that made his blood run ice cold. Scott coughed. “You know what Peter just fuck off!” Scott shouted.

“With pleasure.” Peter said getting up and running to Y/n’s room. It was quiet apart from the occasional sob. He knocked softly.

“Go away.” She shouted her voice cracking so badly it also resembled her heart.

“It’s just me. You know Peter Maximoff I’m the fastest person in the school. I’m also part of the X Men and I’m pretty sure you are as well. I’m a hyperactive lunatic who adores twinkies but that doesn’t seem to bother you.” He said hearing her chuckle. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” She mumbled as Peter let himself in. She was sitting on her bed facing the window, the blinds had been pulled shut so she was sat in darkness. He didn’t pull the blinds up instead he used his power to sit on her bed. Not to close to her but not to far away from her either. Nothing was said for a few minutes before she asked Peter.

“Why does it hurt so much?”

“Having your heart broken hurts like hell.” Peter said he knows that feeling all to well. When Y/n was looking at Scott Peter was looking at her, he’d been lying if he said that she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the school. At least to him she was.

“How long does it take to fix?” She asked again. Pete shrugged.

“Depends on the person, I guess.”

“Of course it does.” She muttered “God how could I have been so stupid falling for him. Falling for someone who wouldn’t even go out with me. I mean who would go out with me?”

“I would.” Peter said without realising it. When he did it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest but instead of evaporating into the air it made its way to settle onto Y/n’s chest.

“You’re just saying that because I’m defenceless right now and I’m supposed to believe anything you say.”

“No I’m not.” Peter argued moving closer to Y/n so he could put his arm around her shoulders. “Look Y/n I know what this does to you. If I could take your pain away and make you forget about that asshole and his bitchy girlfriend I would but that’s not my superpower. The point is ever since I laid eyes on you I couldn’t get you out of my head and you’ve gotta be pretty special to get stuck in my head because of the amount of songs I’ve got hanging around in here.” He said banging his hand against the side of his head for emphasis. “So what if you don’t think you’re beautiful, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world despite how childish it sounds. You’re beautiful in your own way and I’m going to keep telling you that until it gets stuck in your brain like my songs.” She chuckled again.

“You really mean it?” She asked looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. He didn’t say anything instead he grabbed her chin and kissed her. She tensed before finally relaxing and brought her arms around Peter’s neck and starts playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. They broke apart, panting before she leaned on his chest. “Thanks Pete.” She muttered into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and said

“Don’t mention it babe. How about you get some sleep?” She nodded and made her way under the covers.

“Pete.” She’s grabbed his wrist with a strength Peter didn’t know she possessed. It wasn’t hurting him.

“Yeah?”

“Stay with me?” She asked. He smirked and she let go of his wrist as he made his way to the other side of the double bed. Once he was under the covers Y/n rolled over to him and laid her head on his chest, just above his heartbeat.

“Always.”