#pietro maximoff supremacy
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Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?
combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)
a week’s isolation - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader
summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.
word count: 3,878
tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!
a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)
“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.
Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.
A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!
“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”
“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”
“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”
Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.
“Y/N? You have a question?”
“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”
“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”
“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”
“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”
A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.
“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”
Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.
“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”
All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.
“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”
“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”
“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.
“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”
“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”
“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.
“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.
“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”
“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”
“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”
“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”
You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”
Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”
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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.
“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”
“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.
“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”
“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”
Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.
“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”
“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”
“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”
Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you.
“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”
Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.
And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you.
One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused.
Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.
By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.
The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”
“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”
“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”
“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”
“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”
“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.
You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed.
Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.
“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”
You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”
You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.
You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything.
“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”
“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”
“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”
“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”
“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”
“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”
Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.
“How so?” Pietro asked.
“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”
It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.
“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.
“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”
“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”
He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.
“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.
“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”
You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”
Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”
You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”
“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips.
“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”
“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”
“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.
“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.
“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”
You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.
“Yes.”
You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.
He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.
“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically.
“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.
Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.
Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.
“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit.
“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.
“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.
“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”
“Just do what?”
You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.
“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.
“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"
And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.
“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.
Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.
Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”
“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”
Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.
When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.
“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.
“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”
“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.
“Thanks.”
“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”
“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”
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translation:
“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning
“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.
“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love
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a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry.
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You know, I was always theoretically aware that whitewashing was a problem, but it never occured to me to how many examples i'm completely oblivious.
So, I just learned through a YouTube video by a Romani person ( https://youtube.com/shorts/A-kF9BBVfu8?feature=share ) that Romani people were just as much part of the target for the "final solution" in World War II by the Nazi government. Which, first of all, came as a complete shock to me, because in school, we would learn all about antisemitism and how Nazi Germany executed Jews brutally and factory-like, but we rarely, if ever, talked about Roma meeting the same fate. Honestly, even most people around me growing up didn't talk all that positive about Romani people, usually reducing them to systemic beggars.
And this all plays into the fact that I never saw how Magda, you know Magneto's late wife, one of the few people in his life he actually loved, was not Jewish but actually Romani. So, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are actually half Jewish, half Romani (because I REFUSE to accept the 2014 retcon it makes no narrative sense, I hate it)! And even their original adoptive parents were Romani as well.
So, why is it, that in the X-Men-movies, as well as in the MCU, their Romani side is COMPLETELY eradicated and their maybe-Jewish-background never touched upon?! Why are their parents in the MCU, real or not, white?! And yes, I feel like I'm late to the party, but my goodness! It's probably just that I now realise that I have been due to my ignorance, participated in white-washing, because in my Cherik fanfictions, I always use the movie version of Magda who is, maybe a Jew? But rather, just a Polish woman and IS ALSO WHITE, WHY?!?!?
I mean, not to start an oppression olympics, really not, but you know Jews have at least ~some~ examples of positive representation in the media nowadays. The only one in mainstream media for Romani people is probably Esmeralda in Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" (https://youtube.com/shorts/zXHctFGKM1M?feature=share ) and even she falls into the trope of "Disney overse*ualising Disney princesses of colour". The other one is in the Paramount+ prpduction 1883 (https://youtube.com/shorts/j1DiLR27LyI?feature=share)
Man. This is bad.
I really don't want to make this into a white saviour complex thing, it's just something I realised I was unaware of before I found the Youtube-channel of florida.florian which has been really informative and made me see how little I actually knew about Romani culture and how much this demographic still faces severe discrimination to this day. Also in my country, Germany, which is probably why this hits so hard to me, personally.
If you now excuse me, I need to rewrite Magda's character in this one Cherik-fanfic I've been working on
#cherik#romani history#romani representation#x men#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#Magda xmen#I'd like to erase the white supremacy out of my subconscious now pls#But I can't so I'll just work on it and let otherwise people talk who actually know stuff
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I miss his 90s outfit so I drew it but threw in his earrings from Dark Ages on and the eyebrow slit he occasionally has in Scarlet Witch (2023) <3333
#marvel#marvel comics#marvel 616#pietro maximoff#pietro django maximoff#616 pietro maximoff#quicksilver#616 quicksilver#my art#back on my curly haired and brown eyes pietro supremacy mission
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I love your fics sm!! Can I request a pietro smut where he says either “hold it until I say don’t” or “be quiet for me”
hii!! thank you😽 ofc ofc!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
PLIABLE.
pietro maximoff x fem!reader
word count. 348 (sorry it’s so short)
warnings. 18+ only!! pietro’s dirty mouth, him being softly dominant, pinv, light choking? mdni
Pietro lays behind you, his chest pressed against your bare back, arms lazily draped over your middle as he keeps you close. His hips roll into you at a slow, steady pace, cock languidly slipping into your sopping pussy from behind. Filling and stretching you on his girth, veins skimming your ridges with the gentle strokes.
He extends his neck to reach around you, littering kisses in a patch under your ear, murmuring obscenities into your skin.
"Feel so tight like this," he whispers into your neck, voice hoarse. "Be quiet for me, hm?" he hushes, gesturing to your bedroom door.
His hand brushes down your stomach from behind, fingers grazing along your tummy, slowly working down to the sensitive little nub between your thighs. He skims over your clit to toy with you, teasing you just to hear you take that harsh, desperate inhale, that whiney noise he loves so much.
"Not yet, draga," he coos, a smirk lining his lips when he hears what he's after. "Can't have you letting go on me... not yet."
He slips his hand between the sticky skin of your thighs, separating them to manoeuvre and situate you as he pleases. He hooks his arm under your knee, pulling your leg up with him as he rests his palm on the base of your throat. The new angle letting his cock glide into you with more ease, your open hips allowing him more space to fill.
His grip merely tightens, palm comfortably placed over your throat - lightly holding you for support as he fucks up into you. Nice and gentle strokes as he peppers the back of your shoulder in featherlight kisses, lips skimming your hot skin.
"What's the matter, milovat? Dick got you falling in love?" he coos, bruising a kiss into the nape of your neck.
"No," you protest, head falling back into his - body going limp.
"No?" he teases, nipping on your earlobe, lightly nibbling it. "Liar."
"I know."
Pietro continues like that, slowly grinding up into you from below, cock grazing against your fluttering walls.
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— i make oneshots more often than i make fanfics ! i could also take requests about any characters that i only know but i could try to write oneshots for some characters i don’t know about — it might not be good but i’ll try !
— CHARACTERS I LIKE —
little hope | anthony clarke , andrew , abraham , dennis clarke , daniel , david milton , vincent , john , joseph , james clarke , amy , anne clarke , angela , megan clarke , mary , taylor && tanya clarke !
the walking dead game | clementine , lee everett , kenny , louis , violet , alvin junior , luke && javier garcia !
the last of us i && ii | ellie williams , joel miller , tommy miller , dina && jesse !
resident evil | leon kennedy , chris redfield , jill valentine , carlos oliveira , piers nivans && claire redfield !
fallout four | dogmeat , codsworth , piper , porter gage , danse , deacon && nick valentine !
marvel cinematic universe | steve rogers , loki laufeyson , thor odinson , tony stark , wanda maximoff , pietro maximoff , stephen strange && peter parker !
the walking dead | negan smith , tara chambler , rosita espinosa, daryl dixon , rick grimes , maggie rhee , glenn rhee , enid , alden , paul rovia , abraham ford , beth greene , hershel greene , dale harvath , gage && carl grimes !
the maze runner | newt , thomas , gally , minho && sonya !
z nation | tenk (tommy) , addison carver , charles garnett , doc (steven beck) && alvin murphy !
— MY OCS FOR STORIES —
noelle pike (nyx) | little hope , love interest: anthony clarke (andrew) , childhood bestfriends to lovers (soulmates) !
hedy | the maze runner , love interest: newt , bestfriends to lovers (soulmates) !
matilda baros | marvel cinematic universe , love interest: loki laufeyson , soulmates !
©. ˚◞♡ dulldeads — do not , under any circumstance , repost , plagiarize , modify or translate my work. reblogs are always welcome. no hate or homophobia on my account , or you will be blocked. pleaee be kind to my writing , i’m kind of still an amateur i just don’t want to be judged for it !
#little hope#the dark pictures little hope#dark pictures little hope#anthony clarke#will poulter#no hate
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➡ |〝58163〞— house of m verse
the eldest grandson of the house of magnus, thomas maximoff stands to inherit the throne... eventually. yet he strays away from his family’s ideals. mutant supremacy isn’t the world he wants to live in, so along with his twin brother, billy, plan to undo their grandfather’s rule. knowing that their mother, no matter how upset she may get at them, will always protect them from their grandfather’s ire and the overreaching arm of S.H.I.E.L.D., and that their Uncle Pietro’s antics will often keep King Magnus occupied, the pair plan on using their powers to free humans from the hell they’ve been forced into.
#➡ |〝58163〞— house of m verse#i'm always flexible with luna's involvement in this verse bc we love luna in this house
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X-Men: The Next Mutation
by s10127470
In this new take on the Marvel Universe, the X-Men have become powerful fighters thanks to their secondary and even tertiary mutations. But now they’re gonna have to put their skills to the test when their arch-enemies, the Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, have returned and are out for revenge. Luckily, they have a lot of friends who have their backs. Including two of their longtime human allies, a superhero family, a savage lord and his saber-tooth tiger of a brother, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, some family members, a underwater king, a particular wall-crawler, and a new ally in the form of a world famous geneticist. Together, Marvel’s merry band of mutants will continue to do what they do best: protecting mutants and humans from foes, old and new, alike, going on wild adventures, and clearing out as many restaurants with their enormous appetites.
Words: 1392, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of X-Men: The Next Mutation
Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Ultimate X-Men, Marvel 1602, X-Men: The Animated Series, X-Men Evolution, Wolverine And The X-Men (Cartoon), X-Men (Original Timeline Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, James “Logan” Howlett, Ororo Munroe, Piotr Rasputin, Kitty Pryde, Hannah-Marie Carlyle, Bobby Drake, Kurt Darkholme, Wren Worthington, John Proudstar, Henry McCoy, Shiro Yoshida, Sean Cassidy, Alison Blaire, Emma Frost, Remi LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Duncan Matthews, Moira MacTaggert, James Kincaid, The Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, Bolivar Trask, Cain Marko, Amahl Farouk, Karl Lykos, Webber Torque, Keniuchio Harada, Kevin Plunder, Shanna O'Hara, Zabu, Ina & Biri, The Fantastic Four, The Avengers - Character, Nick Fury, X-Factor - Character, The New Mutants, Lockheed
Relationships: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe/Donald Blake, Kitty Pryde/Piotr Rasputin, Hannah-Marie Carlyle/Remi LeBeau, Bobby Drake/Johnny Storm, Kurt Darkhölme/Wren Worthington, Emma Frost/Henry McCoy, Alison Blaire/Shiro Yoshida, slight Sean Cassidy/Moira MacTaggert, Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler, Kevin Plunder/Shanna O’Hara, Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Crystal Amaquelin/Pietro Maximoff
Additional Tags: Characters as Anime Badasses, Team as Family, Team Bonding, Everyone Basically Came Right Out of a Shonen Anime, Genderbent Angel, Genderbent Gambit, Multiversal Variants as Protégés, Charles Xavier isn’t an Asshole for Once, Mutants Finally Being Accepted, Pietro and Wanda are still mutants, So is Franklin, Peter Parker will actually be allowed to be FUCKING happy!, The Mutants are Big Eaters
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This blog has now officially become a Jimmy Woo stan account
#wanda maximov#wandavision#wandavision spoilers#darcy lewis#monica rambeau#vision#jimmy woo#jimmy woo supremacy#tommy maximoff#billy maximoff#pietro maximov#marvel#mcu
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y’kno since we’re gonna deal with multiverse in phase 4 and WandaVision, Spiderman 3 and Multiverse of Madness are connected, I need these two to meet. Like, badly.
#wandavision#spiderman#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#peter parker#imagine the chaos#the peter supremacy#tom holland#evan peters#spoilers#spoiler#mypost#mytag#mygifs#mygif
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Okay, so even though the first episode of Falcon And Winter Soldier comes out tomorrow. LET us not forget our fallen solider aka Peter Maximoff. Not Ralf Bohner. He’s quicksilver and I stand by that.
#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#quicksilver#evan peters#xmen#agatha harkness#fietro#wandavison spoilers#xmcu#falcon and the winter soldier#peter maximoff truther#I believe in dadneto supremacy#xmen quicksilver
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This PIETRO -THIS PIETRO -
AGE OF ULTRON* PIETRO (uber protective, who loved his sister more than anything, threatened to kill an avenger after he [hawkeye] hurt her/ gave her a headache) WOULD NEVER trigger her traumas like that!
that is not her pietro. away with him, shoo!
#mcu pietro supremacy just for the tenderness alone#one of these is not like the other#aaron taylor johnson would NEVER#i'm calling p*ter maximoff's bullshit#wandavision#wandavision spoilers#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#wanda#wanda maximoff#mcu#marvel#wandavision 1x06#sorry for the shitty gif quality#like the amount of times he carried her in that movie away from danger...chef's kiss
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PIETRO X GN READER WHERE HE FLIRTS WITH THEM AT SCHOOL AND FLUFF 😭😭
sticky notes - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader
summary: pietro maximoff decides to be the bane of your third period class. but he’s not so annoying when he’s flirting with you. especially when it’s with sticky note messages.
word count: 2,079
tw: no warnings!
a/n: literally just some fluff inspired by my friend and i passing notes during class the other day. except my friend and i weren’t flirting we were talking about phineas and ferb. and my friend is not a hot, mysterious man named pietro. anywho, enjoy!!! <3
THIRD PERIOD HAD BEEN YOUR FAVORITE CLASS OF THE DAY. Many of your peers deemed you crazy to say so, but learning History brought forth a spark of pleasure in the monotony of the American High School experience. Your teacher, Mr. Jones, was a lively, upbeat man with a passion for his profession, and you respected that above all else. He also just so happened to be a young man with a kind grin that made your cheeks a little red. You weren’t to blame, though; everyone had a crush on Mr. Jones.
The issue with Mr. Jones’ third period History class, however, was that you sat directly in front of the irksome student known as Pietro Maximoff. A year prior, Pietro had moved to your school from Sokovia, a struggling country in Europe. He had been a very nice boy at first, a gentleman even; however, now that he had adjusted, grown into himself, and made a plethora of friends, his presence was none other than maddening. It didn’t help that he had the hots for you, either.
“Buna ziua,” he said smoothly in Sokovian, sliding in front of your desk, holding onto the one strap that held his backpack on his shoulder. You pursed your lips and only spared him a glance before shifting your eyes back down to the black-and-white pages of the book you were reading. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
You checked your watch: almost ten o’clock in the morning. All you said was, “Yup.”
Pietro hummed before he tilted the book you were reading upright so he could scan the title. You huffed, your eyes forced to leave the pages and to find something else to settle on.
“The Brother’s Karamazov,” Pietro read the title allowed, squinting. Brushing his white-blonde-now-turning-brown hair out of his eyes, he gave a light expression. “Yes, I’ve heard of this one. Wanda’s friend, Vision, likes this one.”
Wanda was Pietro’s twin sister, who you happened to enjoy the company of. She was very sweet, with copper hair and round cheeks, and sat two seats in front of you in your fifth period biology class. The friend he spoke of, Vision, was tall and lanky and seemed to follow at Wanda’s heels wherever she went. He was in your AP Philosophy class and seemed to ace every test with flying colors.
“Hm,” you hummed in response. Pietro didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at you as though waiting for you to say something more, but pressed his lips together when you were silent. He parted his lips to say something more, but before he could, Mr. Jones swung open the door.
“In your seats, everyone,” he told everyone lightly, crossing the room with long, lanky legs and clicking something on his computer. Moving back the other direction to close the door, he snapped and said lightly, “Pietro, take a seat.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Pietro saluted and brushed by you to slip into the desk behind you, his backpack falling to the floor with a soft thud.
You sighed and bookmarked your book before slipping it into your bag. As Mr. Jones began the day’s lesson, you fiddled with your pencil and watched him attentively. Rolling up the sleeves of the light blue dress shirt he donned, Mr. Jones wrote the words The McCarthy Era on the whiteboard with a red marker than was surviving on its last drop of ink.
“Hey,” Pietro whispered from behind you. When you didn’t turn around, he poked your shoulder blade with the eraser of his pencil. You huffed and turned your head. “Y’hair looks nice today.”
Your ears felt hot. You gave him a hasty, “Thanks,” before whipping your head back around, hoping he did not see the blush crept up your cheeks at the compliment.
Mr. Jones was writing Alger Hiss on the board now, and you grabbed your notebook, scribbling the day’s date in the upper right hand corner. Before you could start copying Mr. Jones’ notes on your paper, you felt another poke at your shoulder blade.
“Do you have a pencil?” Pietro whispered. You glanced down at his hands.
“You’re literally holding one,” you whispered back. Pietro glanced down at his own hands as though this were a shock to him. He turned it around to show you the tip.
“S’broken,” he told you.
“Go sharpen it.”
“There’s no sharpener in here,” he retorted. Sharply exhaling, you leaned into your bag and grabbed a blue mechanical pencil out. He grinned. “Ah, thanks!”
You turned back around wordlessly. Mr. Jones, who had turned his head, gave you a single look as though he had caught you, but didn’t say anything. You bit the inside of your cheek and kept writing.
Fifteen minutes went by uninterrupted, and you managed to get a full page of notes copied without having to rush too badly. Mr. Jones flicked off the light switch, the room swallowed by thin darkness as he clicked the projector to prepare for a video showing. In the spare moment, Pietro tapped you on the shoulder again.
“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “This — erm — this is a nice pencil.”
“Thanks,” you said shortly. “You should tell PaperMate that.”
Pietro pressed his lips together, resting his elbows on top of the desk, the veins of his hands shifting as he moved. You averted your eyes to his eyes rather that at his forearms. “Are you gonna want this back?”
“No.”
“Why not?” He turned it over in examination, long, calloused fingers pinching either end. “Perfectly good pencil.”
“’Cause I have plenty of other pencils, and obviously you need one,” you said blatantly. He suddenly smiled, pressing both palms flat against his chest, the apples of his cheeks round.
“Aw, you care about me,” he teased. You pressed your lips together and sighed through your nose. “Thank you, dragă mea!”
“The hell did you just call me?”
“Y/N, Pietro,” Mr. Jones cleared his throat, and you whipped to face front. The teacher raised an eyebrow at the pair of you. “Pay attention, please.”
“Sorry,” you said hastily. Pietro said nothing, only leaning further back into his seat. Mr. Jones gave the two of you a final glance before he directed his attention to the video once more. You, too, tried to focus your attention onto the video, hastily taking notes and brushing eraser shavings off the clean surface of your desk.
Another ten minutes went by without a word from the boy behind you. However, just as the phone rang and Mr. Jones paused the lesson to answer, Pietro leaned forward and swatted your hair with the end of his pencil. You turned your head to send him a hasty glare. Unbothered, he swatted your hair again.
“What’re you doing?” you asked pointedly. He gave a meek shrug. “Well, stop.”
“Why?” he swished your hair with his pencil again.
“Because it’s annoying,” you said bluntly. He raised his brows.
“Annoying?” he repeated, to which you nodded. “No, I disagree.”
“How... how do you disagree? I find you annoying,” you told him. “You can’t disagree with my experience.”
Pietro pursed his lips to the side and gave another shrug as though to say, Whatever. You clenched your jaw and turned back around, facing the board. A soft scratching was heard from behind you, and after a couple of minutes passed, you saw Pietro’s hand out of the corner of your eye.
He was holding a folded pink sticky-note, leaning forward to hand it to you. You snatched it out of his grasp and unfolded it on your lap. Discreetly, you glanced down and read it.
hello
-Pietro
You crumbled it up and stuffed it into a random pocket in your bag, left to be forgotten. You heard a heavy sigh from behind you, followed by more scratching. Another note.
write back. you’re no fun.
-Pietro
Biting your tongue, you scribbled your reply:
It’s school. It’s not supposed to be fun.
-Y/N
You handed it back to him and quickly went back to taking notes, hoping Mr. Jones wouldn’t notice.
we could make it fun. janitor’s closet, after school?
-Pietro
You scrunched up your nose and willed yourself to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat, heat crawling up the skin of your cheeks.
Take your notes, Pietro.
-Y/N
You heard Pietro chuckle behind you.
i actually have not copied a single note so can you send me yours? please?
-Pietro
No. Take your own notes.
-Y/N
such a goody-goody. please? for me? i’ll give you a kiss if you do it.
- Pietro
Gee, really? Let me hand you my entire notebook, then.
-Y/N
i’m being serious. let me take you out.
-Pietro
You choked on the air you breathed in. Behind you, Pietro snickered. Mr. Jones turned his head around and eyed you. You clenched your teeth and held your breath, willing your coughs (and rapid heart palpitations) to come to an end. The teacher said nothing and turned around again, continuing to write on the board.
You hovered the tip of your pencil over the note for a solid five minutes, unsure what to say, or even if he were serious. Running your teeth over your bottom lip, you scribbled:
Quit teasing me and do your work
-Y/N
Your fingers brushed his when you handed it back, and you whipped yourself back around so speedily you were sure you gave yourself whiplash. You waited longer than usual for Pietro to write back, and you were unsure whether it was because he had nothing to say or if he was writing a long reply. Ten minutes later, you felt him touch your elbow and hold out the sticky note in between his index and middle finger.
come on. im not teasing you. told you im being serious. i won’t pull your hair anymore if its actually annoying. i really do want to take u out. let me walk you to ur next class?
-Pietro
The bell rang before you could write a response. The sound of backpack zippers and rustling papers erupted within the room, drowning out the sound of Mr. Jones’ voice. You got to your feet, grabbing your backpack off the ground and shoving your notebook inside as fast as you could, your heart jumping.
Pietro had gotten to his feet and was standing behind you, waiting. When you shrugged your backpack onto your shoulders and glanced at him, his brows were raised expectantly.
“C’mon,” he jerked his head towards the door and began to walk. You had no choice but to follow him out the door, waving goodbye to Mr. Jones and keeping your chin tucked to your chest.
Students poured out of every classroom, the hallways becoming a traffic jam of heavy book bags, hormones, and awkward emotions. You and Pietro walked side by side in silence until you reached the end of the hall.
“You can say no, y’know,” Pietro finally said. You side-eyed him wordlessly. With an awkwardly chuckle, he said, “The reason I asked is so you have the chance to decline if you want.”
You could barely focus on what he was saying; the idea of going out on a date with Pietro was making your body feel like jello and your cheeks turn bright scarlet.
“Uhm,” Pietro pursed his lips, gulping, and you were surprised to see that his entire face had turned a cherry red. He was avoiding your eyes now, gaze flitting around the floor by his feet. “My — erm — my next class is here. So... uhm... I’ll just... I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Pietro?” you called just as he had turned around to walk through the door. Clutching the straps of his backpack, he turned back to face you.
“Yeah?” he asked, swallowing again.
“Okay,” you nodded at him. He stared at you, confused. “I’ll go out with you.”
He lifted his chin a bit, narrowing his eyes. “You sound unsure.”
“I’m sure,” you told him. “Just... wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t really know what to say.”
Pietro suddenly smiled. “Okay. Does this mean you’ll send me the notes?”
You felt the same old annoyance wash back over you. Pursing your lips, you gave him a look and said jokingly, “Take me out to dinner first.”
His brows jumped, and he flashed his teeth in a grin, backing up through the door of his class as he said, “Your words, not mine. Tomorrow night!”
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a/n: kind of short but i thought it was cute.
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#pietro maximoff#Pietro#pietro marvel#pietro x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#marvel#Maximoff#pietro maximoff smut#pietro maximoff supremacy#mcu#age of ultron#wanda maximoff#high school au#marvel cinematic universe
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the way jimmy knew monica was gonna break through the barrier before she even indicated it
#JIMMY DOESN'T KNOW WHERE HIS FRIENDS ARE#i cri#agent jimmy woo#photon#monica rambeau#wandavision#wandavision ep 7#westview#hex#marvel#mcu#wandavision spoilers#wanda maximoff#vision#agnes wandavision#agatha harkness#jimmy woo supremacy#pietro maximoff#peter maximoff#scarlet witch#quicksilver#speed and wiccan#tommy and billy#hayward
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I ghost wrote this meme
#I love them both but#I’m sorry Pietro but you’re only tolerable in the movies#northstar#xmen#x-men#marvel#quicksilver#marvel 616#mutant supremacy wins#jean paul beaubier#pietro maximoff#meme
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I love your page sm!! Could you write something where the reader is new to the avengers and pietro has a crush on her smut?
hii!! aaah thank uu thank uu😔 really sorry but there’s no smut in this one, it was getting long and hadn’t even got to the spice, so I decided to leave it. but it’s slightly suggestive at the end. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
* not to be annoying, but if I get enough comments/ asks for a continuation, I'll probs do a smutty part 2
STAY
pietro maximoff x female reader
word count. 538
warnings. slightly suggestive?
Being the newbie is tough - it's hard anywhere, especially when joining a team that is knit tightly like a family.
At the beginning of your first week, Cap assigned you a tour guide to help settle you into the compound, someone who can show you the ropes and make you feel comfortable.
Your new buddy, Pietro, is like that of a charming character - someone who can make you laugh and immediately put you at ease. Very quickly, he became someone you could rely on - someone you could trust. He became a close confidant and someone you could turn to when you'd miss home.
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It was late - gone past twelve, everyone settling down for the night when you see the shadow of feet appear under the gap of your door. Your phone vibrates on your nightstand, and you pick it up to see Pietro texted you, the bright screen reading, 'you up? :)'
You pull yourself out of bed to open the door, adjusting your t-shirt to cover more of your thighs before doing so.
"It's late," you whisper, peeking at Pietro through the ajar door.
"Couldn't sleep," he shrugs, walking past you and into your room.
You poke your head out, checking the hallway before closing your door. "Yeah, come on in," you sarcastically mumble.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, plopping down onto your bed - sitting at the edge.
"Not really," you chuckle. "By the way, you're in my space. I sleep there," you nod beside him, hinting at the messily drawn-back covers.
"If you want me to go, just say that," he grins, subtly eyeing up your bare thighs.
You notice his gaze and tug the hem of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric to cover your thighs once more. "No, it's okay. Just move over. I'm getting cold."
Pietro shuffles aside and pulls the covers, patting on the mattress where you not long laid. "Want me to tuck you in, too?" he snickers, watching how you played off a sincere smile.
"Funny guy," you dryly chuckle, settling back in your spot.
"Why can't you sleep?" he asks, head tilting to the side as he watches you.
"Don't know. You?"
"Don't know," he repeats, a boyish grin forming. "Thinking, I guess."
"You were thinking? That is unheard of," you fake gasp, a slow smile creeping on your face.
"I know. Surprised me too," Pietro chuckles, scratching behind his neck. "Alright, I'll uh— I'll let you be."
He stands and turns to look at you, watching your pretty face brighten up in the moonlight. He slowly makes his way to the head of the bed where you lay, hesitantly extending a hand to brush over your cheek. His thumb lightly swiping over the apple, holding you in his hand as he leans to kiss your forehead.
He stills, lips pressed to your skin as he awaits for you to pull back - but you never do. He parts, his silver eyes boring into yours, watching how they soften under his gaze, how your pupils widen - mirroring his own.
You lift a hand from under the covers, reaching for Pietro's face, cupping his cheek. "Stay," you whisper, speaking mere inches from his lips. "Stay."
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#request#pietro maximoff#pietro maximoff x reader#pietro x reader#pietro x you#pietro maximoff x you#pietro marvel#pietro maximoff fluff
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Have some Opossum Dadneto on this fine day
I blame @insertmeaningfulusername for providing the bullets, @hellfre for loading the gun, and all I did was pull the trigger. (Edited beautifully, by me, on ibisPaint X)
Enjoy this while I pretend to have not spent an hour of meticulous craftwork to create this instead of doing biochemistry.
#dadneto#Opossum Supremacy#KcchhhchhhHHHH!#magneto#erik lehnsherr#quicksilver#peter maximoff#pietro maximoff#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#polaris#lorna dane#I HOLD 0 SHAME FOR USING THE CHARACTER TAGS#EVERYONE DESERVES TO SEE THIS#xmen fanart#(don't boo me I'm right)#I CACKLED THE ENTIRE TIME I MADE THIS#oh look an original post#oh look my art
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