Rushing into the room at the sound of Peter’s curses and yelps of pain, you skidded to a stop at the sight in front of you.
“Stop laughing!” Peter whined as you burst into giggles, a tangled mess of Christmas lights surrounding and hanging off of him.
“How did you even get yourself stuck like that?” You calmed down, though still grinning at him, moving to help slowly unravel the twisted strings carefully.
“I tried using super speed to untangle them all at once but then they ended up looping together.” Peter groaned.
“Maybe we should just leave you like this and you can be our new Christmas tree.” You teased.
“Well, you are the greatest gift I have so does that mean I can have you under me on Christmas morning?”
“Peter!” You yelped as he grinned cheekily. “Do you want me to keep you tied up like this?”
Putting a finger against his lips to shush him before he could reply, you sighed.
this is a kind of au because Peter is 30 and i think Warren is a minor like 17-18 years so I’m going to turn Peter in a teenager again, like in DoFP.
I’m going to do this as family friendly as I can, which means there’s nothing but fluff
• It all started when after years of friendship, months with Warren, with Peter that both developed feelings for you.
• Specifically during the Friday’s hang out that the team had every week religiously. All went to a fair and during the tour in the house of terror was that both boys were enchanted by you.
• Peter whenever he was by your side became nervous and began to vibrate slightly. He tried to evade your gaze, but secretly sought it when he made a joke to see you laugh.
• Warren was still the same only that he was dying of nerves inside and praying for not doing any stupidity that would embarrass him.
• Both were fighting over who they thought could be a better boyfriend for you. The team got fed up with that fast.
“Why do not they just go and tell her that you’re in love with her?”
•Scott was the first to confront the problem during Friday night movies, in which luckily you were not there.
• They nailed to the idea since they didn’t know if you liked one of them and continued watching the movie as if nothing.
• However, when Ororo and Jubilee assured them that you like them the idea was reconsidered.
• Let’s summarize this part. The two were with you during a break between classes, you were in the library sitting at one of the tables, alone. Both were happy about that.
• Peter sat on your right and Warren on the left. Peter looked at you hoping that you were the one who would initiate the conversation, the sound of his leg moving at high speed was heard throughout the room; Warren was the one who had the courage to speak.
“So (y/ n), I know you … sorry, we know you like both of us and it’s great because we like you but but the problem is …”
• But he couldn’t and the sentence, so Peter was the one who dropped the rest of the question.
“Do you want to date us?”
• Seconds passed, no, minutes before you answered and, honestly, both were surprised as well as surprised that you agreed.
• Now we are going to what matters to us.
• The relationship between Warren,Peter and you is somewhat strange. They both love you, nobody denies it, but the two of them still maintain their friendship, only now they have more affection than before.
• It took time to hold hands because Warren is not used to those signs of affection and Peter is afraid of rejection.
• Most of the students looked at you in surprise when they saw Warren with his arm around your waist and Peter holding your hand.
• Warren is a type of guy who tends to call you by nicknames like “princess”, while Peter usually calls you by a thousand and one nicknames that cross his mind.
• They are protective with you, but not to the point of becoming stifling. They know that there are people out there who don’t want the best for anyone and don’t want you to go through that.
• Warren’s leather jacket and Peter’s gray are now yours, without doubt.
• Nights in Peter’s basement playing with video game consoles and eating junk food and then finish at the top of a building at midnight to enjoy the view and spend some time together.
• They steal kisses from you every time.
• Sleeping with them in the same bed is a battlesince they both sleep very, very badly.
• Peter moves too much and Warren changes position every second. The good thing is that Warren’s wings are a blanket and Peter uses Warren and you as teddy bears.
• In the morning they don’t want to get out of bed, they like to lie down with you, cuddling and caressing each other.
• It’s relaxing to feel Peter’s arms around your waist and leaving several kisses that go from your cheek to your neck, while Warren works on the hickeys that will be visible throughout the day, then work on theirs, also you helps in that part.
• None of the three of you get out of bed during that time.
• They’re loving and soft boyfriends 12/10.
• They would do everything possible so that none of you is sad, even if it involves doing something tremendously stupid.
BONUS:
• Charles and Jean made a promise not to look into the minds of these two for a long time.
A/N: I JUST noticed I forgot my poor bb Peter for these things so he’s now added to the list
Also I can elaborate on any of these… I definitely already have NSFW posts for some of them
Requested by: Anonymous
Alex: He’s playful and sweet, with just a bit of roughness. He likes sex to be fun for the both of you. Romance and seriousness don’t come as often but he likes you to laugh and smile the whole time.
Charles: he’s the true romantic. Mood lighting, music, massages before hand… all of that. I also think he’s super big on cuddling after and teasing before
Erik: Romantic but rough is the best way to describe him. He likes to worship you but he also likes to show off a bit and put some real muscle into it.
Hank: He’s a generous lover that likes to pretend he’s gentle but he’s got a secret kink side. Just picture all the fun the two of you could have in his lab and with safe lab equipment
Kurt: I like to imagine that he tries gonna super romantic and sweet but he and you get giggly and the romantic atmosphere is ruined by the laughter the two of you share. Role play is cool for him. He can also last forever.
Logan: He tries to be romantic with you, but he’s more fueled by passion than by love and the two of you can be found doing the do in a lot of odd location based on how the mood strikes the two of you
Peter:Playful and fun but really needy. Honestly he’s just so smitten with you that he wants you at all times. A lot of quickies and him rubbing up against you and teasing you in public.
Scott: He’s Playful and just the slightest bit kinky. He likes to try wild things but will usually just have a routine and relax with you. He loves morning sex.
Warren: He’s rough as hell and emotions drive how he acts in bed. He’s kinky AF. Will get it on anywhere
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Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open!
A/N: GIRL I GOT YOU ❤ i too, am a thirsty hoe for
maximoff and kinda snowballed with this prompt but didn’t get to the more
heated stuff so would a part 2 perhaps be in order??
“I thought you said you weren’t going to dress up for
this,” Peter appears before you with a gust of wind that blows your loose
hair back.
Raising an eyebrow at him, you lift your arms up at the
elbows and reply, “I’m not…?”
The corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk as he looks you
up and down, and realizes you aren’t aware that you’re wearing his shirt. The
look of utter confusion on your face changes slowly as you look down to see the
familiar Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon
album cover print on the front of your— well, Peter’s t-shirt.
“Shit.”
You curse under your breath, hoping no one else will notice that the shirt your
wearing isn’t yours.
A/N: here we are at last! I’m finally starting this darn thing and it’s not on my blog’s anniversary but it is my birthday today so I hope you enjoy this drabble while I sob about how old I feel
“I’ve
forgotten what it feels like to be young,” Peter sighs happily, spreading
his arms out as thought he stands on top of the world.
You’re left
speechless as you stare at your boyfriend incredulously for moment.
“Peter…” The man-child you’ve just moved in with stands before the
giant pillow fort he’s made for the two of you to sleep in while you wait for
your bed to be delivered in the morning. “You’re 24…”
“Yeah,”
he drags out the word, his pitch increasing as he does so. “But I’ve never
been in a serious relationship before and it makes me feel so grown up.”
“We’ve
been dating for three years and you still eat a whole box of twinkies every
day,” you deadpan.
“Listen
babe,” His arms flop down to his sides. As if on cue, you blink, and
suddenly he’s talking through a mouthful of twinkie. You don’t even want to
know where he pulled that one out of. “Before you walked so gracefully
into my life—”
“You
practically bulldozed me over—”
“I was
just another kleptomaniac loser with stunning good looks who lived in his
mother’s basement— and I still was until yesterday.” The corner of his
mouth quirks up into a small lopsided smile. “And now…”
“And
now you’re kleptomaniac ex-loser with
stunning good looks, who’s about to spend the first night in his very own
shared apartment with—” the last words of your sentence are cut off by
Peter capturing your lips in light kiss— a relaxed kiss that still holds
passion and makes you feel weightless, but leaves you breathless nonetheless.
“With
the love of my life.” His eyes are locked on yours, and although this is
one of the many playful moments you share, you feel it hit somewhere deep.
“I love you.”
Those are
three words you heard and said a lot over the past three years, and they never
lose meaning with every time whether they come from your mouth or his. In fact,
they seem to gain more meaning with every occasion they are uttered; through
tough times, passionate moments, or during the most mundane activities, every
iteration of those syllables is a convention of your experiences and
insurmountable feelings for each other.
You can’t
keep the wide smile off your face as you say them back, “I love you
too.” Give him a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and tugging
him. “Come on, let’s get into that fort, you magnificent architect.”
A/N: idk if
it’s the same anon who requested the other Peter drabble but you chose
perfectly 👌🏽 👌🏽 Also I feel like the prompt
could have easily gone both ways, but then I remembered that scene from xma and couldn’t not do this (it kinda just became a oneshot oops)
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Peter
throws his phone on your bed before flopping on it himself.
“Well
a good evening to you too, Maximoff,” you giggle, sympathetically petting
his head that’s made its way onto your lap. He flips onto his back and reaches
for his phone. You presume he’s trying to show you something, but he’s moving
so much you can’t read any of the words on the screen. “I’m going to need
you to elaborate.”
I’m literally screaming? Like, imagine a world where both Evan Peters and Peter Maximoff co-existed. The only downside is that the X-men movies wouldn’t exist, but X-men would in real life? it’s so weird?
This is a Modern Day!AU.
Title: Identical. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. (Implied Evan Peters x Reader.). Words: 1094. Rating: T. (Mentions of Sex).
“Hey, babe.” Was usually the first thing you heard in the morning while walking to your first seminar, and the mere sound of the voice saying it was enough to make your heart flutter. A small peck to your cheek was placed, and his dark, on the verge of black, brown eyes locked with yours as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a sweater this morning, which surprised you a small bit. It was starting to get bitter cold in the morning time, and walking from your dorm to the tech building across campus was your least favorite thing. But, Peter made it worth while as he held onto you tightly, his body heat slamming against your skin. It amazed you how hot he was, his fingers brushing up and down your arm. You could feel the warmth of his touch, even through your sweater.
“Hey.” You finally replied, awake enough now to acknowledge that your boyfriend had come to your rescue before you passed out walking. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you gazed up adoringly at the speedster you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, as the morning sun was finally rising. It illuminated his pale skin, making Peter look even more godly than he already did. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his old school Metallica t-shirt. Chuckling, you bumped a bit carelessly into his side, knowing he’d catch you before stating in a lethargic tone, “You look tiiiiiired.”
“I’m always tired,” Peter explained and held you closer when he felt you shudder, “I stayed up last night to finish watching Stranger Things. I can officially say I’m obsessed. I may love it more than I love you.”
You could hear the playfulness in your voice, so you didn’t take his words seriously. The sun was above the horizon now, and lit up his beautiful, metallic hair. It looked like he only comb it with his fingers, which you didn’t doubt. Peter was the type of person to roll out of bed, and go on with life. He made messy bedhead look amazing. A few strands of soft hair slicked down his face, occasionally latching onto his eyelashes to which he’d blink or flick his head to the side to get the hairs away.
“I love Evan Peters more than I love you.” You retaliated in an equally cheeky and teasing voice.
“That guy from American Horror Story?” Peter inquired and glanced down at you as you nodded rather happily. “You think he’s cute?”
“He’s hot,” You told your love, tilting your head back and laughing at his expression to your words, “C’mon, you don’t think so?”
“Personally, no.” Peter swallowed and bit his bottom lip slowly. The action was intended to give him the appearance of being innocent, but did far from that. His answer though made you slightly confused. You weren’t the only one who have correlated his appearance to that of Evan Peters. Hell, half of the college campus thought they were somehow related, including a few professors. Girls typically flocked after him for this, but Peter was convinced it was because he was a catch. Which, he was truly.
“How come?”
Peter merely shrugged and pouted his lips. “I just don’t think Evan Peters is attractive.”
Hearing that, you slipped out of his touch and stepped in front of him. Peter stopped walking, but not without bumping into you slightly. He gazed down at you with wide, doe like eyes, “What?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I made you mad-”
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just reall…” You paused and sighed, rubbing your face, “You don’t know anyone who looks like Evan Peters? Anyone you’re really close with?” You urged and pressed a hand against his chest. Involuntarily, Peter shuddered at the affection and locked eyes with you.
Peter thought, before shaking his head no, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Oh my god, Peter!” You shrieked and threw your head back dramatically, your book bag almost shrugging off your shoulder with that action. “You look just like him!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you!” You laughed and patted your hand against his chest, “Seriously! You don’t see it?” He shook his head once again, “Seriously?” Again, he shook his head, “You guys could be twins, it’s really creepy.”
Peter laughed with you and cupped your cheeks, “is it really that creepy?” Craning his head towards you, he pressed his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip once again.
“Actually, yeah. It is. It’s been so distracting ever since Claire in my Biology class pointed it out to me a few months ago.” Smiling, a small chuckle bubbled in your throat, “Even Kurt and Scott think you look like him. And Evan is Scott’s man crush, so he knows.”
“It’s nice to know Scott looks at me that much.” Peter said cockily. “So, you loved me before you figured out I looked like your celebrity crush?”
Giggling, you shook your head, “I fell in love after I figured it out.” You whispered teasingly. From the closeness of your faces, Peter could smell the coffee on your breath and felt his lips tilt into a small smile. He could kiss you right now and taste what sort of coffee you had, he thought to himself. “I mean, the only real difference is your hair, and your sense of style?” Peter swallowed and began thinking, visualizing Evan’s face so he could draw a comparison. “Your lips…” You placed a small peck to the right side of Peter’s mouth, “your eyes, your facial structure, just… The two of you look a lot alike, I’m surprised you don’t see it.”
“That explains why you said Evan last week when we-”
“You wish.” You interrupted him.
“I really don’t.” Peter gave you a sly smile and grasped around your waist, “I don’t want you to be in love with anyone other than me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day, Maximoff.” It was your turn to bite at your bottom lip, but it was due to the sudden closeness of your boyfriend, his nose lightly poking yours, “‘Cause I love you.”
He kissed you, slowly and gently at first before quickening the pace to light and feathery pecks. “Do you? Or, do you love that I look like Evan Peters?”
You hummed under your breath, “Why not both?”
“Fair enough answer,” Peter pressed his lips against yours once again, “but I am prettier than him, right?”
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