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acciopietro · 2 years
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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 :)
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“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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@childishnewt @mcximffs @minbeatriz16 @slvtforfictionalcharacters @kaqua @thorrealgf @pagesbetweensheets @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @eichenhouseproperty @niallhoransupremacy @criesinlies @fairydxll @cassiestars777
a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 
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backtotheshitshow · 3 months
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OMG Pietro Maximoff forgetting the English word for something!!
Like in the kitchen cooking and just
Him looking through the fridge “Draga where is the…..um the.”
“The what love?”
“The ……’maslo? So I can …ya know start cooking”
??????
“Yellow, soft….um for cooking?”
“……oooooh the butter! On the bottom shelf dear.”
He’s smiles “thank you”
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Awww 🥰
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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months
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oooh oooh can i request edging with pietro ?
hii! omg yess! also apologies this has taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
late night meeting
Pietro Maximoff x f reader
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warnings || 18+ only explicit content (edging and little bit of overstimulation at end, praise and pietro being a little dominant) minors dni
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Pietro is the most charismatic of men, often getting his way with his sweet silver eyes and Sokovian charm. His velvet voice could convince you to do anything, even breaking Steve's only rule of room sharing, which is what had happened for the third time this week.
Everyone was in their rooms for the night except Pietro, who was hovering over you with his hands caressing your naked body, slowly stroking over your goosebumped skin as he gazed into your eyes. "Gotta be quiet, milovat. Steve's next door," he smirks, nodding to the wall behind you as he cups under your bare tit, gently rolling it in his palms. "…real quiet." he adds, his head hung low as he flicks over your nipple, lightly teasing as it stiffens against his tongue.
His hand slides down the side of your waist, brushing with featherlight touch as he slips his hand between your thighs, lightly trailing his middle finger through your slick folds. His satisfactory grin told you all that you needed to know.
He shifts his weight, hovering over you as he propped himself on his elbow beside you. Leaning into your side with a boyish grin as his finger gingerly circled over your clit, teasing the nub with the pad of it. His forehead drops into the crook of your neck where he litters the nape with slow soft kisses, lightly exhaling on your skin as his finger moves at a tantalising pace. Lightly rubbing over your clit in the way he knew you liked.
Itching his head up, he begins to kiss along your jaw, pecking under your ear as he focuses on your breathing, listening attentively to every hitch and stagger that left your lips. "You sound so pretty, draga." he praises, delicately nibbling and sucking on your ear lobe.
His fingers circle over your clit in a slow teasing motion, not giving you what you need to reach your high. "Patience, Milovat," he husks, slipping his spare hand into yours to stop you from touching yourself. His tone sweet yet, condescending as he softly speaks under your ear, lightly kissing the skin. "Getting close?" he rhetorically asks, his cocky smirk widening at the thought of you coming.
He listens to your body, watching your chest rise and fall as he waits for the right moment, rubbing slowly before snatching his hand away. "You can't do that," you whine, reaching your free hand to finish the job yourself.
Pietro grins at your needy whimper, pulling your hand away and gripping it above your head with your other hand, clasping them together. "I don't think so," he adds, shushing your displeased sounds with a tender kiss to your lips. "All in good time," parting with low blissed eyes as he gazes into yours.
He slides his hand over your inner thighs, gently kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers. His eyes fixated on you as he watched the desperate expressions on your face, teasing you further with a soft low chuckle. Trailing his fingers up the crease of your thigh, he drags them back over your pussy, leisurely caressing your folds between his fingers as he attaches his lips to the side of your throat, faintly suckling at it.
He dips the tip of his middle finger into you, slowly easing in and curling upwards to collect the creamy slick. Dragging his finger from your desperate pussy he guides it to his lips, licking it clean with a content sigh. "Was needing that," he whispers, another smirk spreads across his lips.
"Come on," you whine, trying to loosen from his grip so that you could reach the high you were chasing.
Tutting with disapproval as he tightens around your wrists, pushing them further into the mattress. "What did I say?" he questions, barely audible as he lowers to your ear. "Tell me…" he sultrily husks, kissing the side of your neck as his two middle fingers circled over your clit. His speed deliberate and precise as he rubbed you.
"To wait," you quietly reply, grinding up and into his hand.
"That's not waiting, draga…" he says, his tone dissatisfied as he removes his fingers. "You're not listening."
"I'll wait… I promise, please?" your voice littered with desperation, nodding eagerly to show your understanding. "I'll wait," you whisper, wanting nothing more than to feel the release you were aching for.
"Good," he replies, dragging his moistened fingers to where you needed him, gingerly circling over your clit. "That better?" he asks, his sole attention on you.
"Hm," you shakily respond, concentrating on the overwhelmingly engulfing feeling he gave you. Shutting off your mind as you absorbed all of the sensations. He continued to give you right what you needed, never faltering in motion as he got you all sorts of worked up. Rubbing your clit in a lust-filled haze.
He could tell by your strangled and erratic breathing that you were getting close, so he kept the same pace as he worked you up to your release. Getting himself worked up as he strummed your nub, breathing heavily under your ear.
He peppers your throat with brash hasty kisses, desperately suckling your skin. Pietro loosens the grip around your wrists, freeing them and immediately palming over your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index.
It was all starting to feel like too much. Pietro knew every way to get you off, and he was doing it all at once. Overwhelming you with pleasure as you felt the internal balloon stretch thinner and thinner. You felt the pressure of your release approach without warning, jolting and spasming against the mattress, aimlessly whimpering and mewling as you ground into his fingers.
His spare hand slides up the valley of your tits and along the length of your throat, softly squeezing before continuing the trail up to your lips. Clasping his palm over your moaning mouth as his leg slinked over yours, using his thigh to keep it open as he worked you through your elated high.
Rubbing you into a blubbering mess until you could take no more.
His movements halt, instantly wrapping you up in a tight embrace, rolling you onto his chest as he falls back into the bed, tenderly cuddling you.
"I think I'm gonna stay over," he softly chuckles, pulling the covers over you both.
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zyalahdoodles · 1 month
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WandaVision redraw with my Pietro and Wanda designs. One day I hope to see the twins together on screen for more than an hour and a half.
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stuckyrogersbarnes · 4 months
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'Fuck me then.' (Pietro smut)
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Warnings - Creampie, oral, praise kink. 
Word count - 1.3K
Female reader
You and Wanda had been bestfriends since your traumatic days trapped at HYDRA. And even though it was long gone, you still met eachother at least every 2 weeks. She was quite busy after joining the Avengers, you couldn't be prouder. And although she tried to convince you to join, you didn't want to get back into that. So, you got a normal job as a barista at a local coffee shop. It wasn't the best, but it was fine for the moment. 
However, Wanda's brother, Pietro Maximoff, never failed to get on your nerves (and vice versa). Sure, he was attractive, but he was a huge asshole, unlike his sweet sister. You, unfortunately, had been blessed with x-ray vision so you got to see Pietro's "progress," all throughout his teenage years, without being able to do anything about it. Meh, he was average. But, luckily, now you know how to control it. 
"Hi, what can I get-" you gasp as you look up. Pietro, the man you hadn't seen in years, was standing right in front of you. "Good to see you too, kochanie. Long time." The word 'kochanie,' never failed to piss me off. It meant 'darling,' or something in Polish, around where he was from. "Pietro, never thought I would see you again." "Life's full of surprises, Kochanie. I'll have a regular cold coffee." You put on a sarcastic smile. "Coming right up." He walks off. You hand the drink to a waiter to give to him so that you won't have to see his insufferable face ever again. And although you hated him, you couldn't help but think that he had become super-duper good-looking, atleast compared to what he used to look like. 
Tony and you were quite close too, so of course, you were invited to his huge New Year's Eve party. You put on your slutty red dress with a pair of golden earrings. After seeing Pietro today, your ovaries had kind of been in a twist, if you know what I mean. You walk your way down the large stairway and feel the stares of hungry men on you. You look around, only to find a certain someone looking directly at you. The same man who you saw today in the coffee shop, he looked taller, more defined, and with a beard than when you knew him. You had a thing for beards, you loved the sting. Your breath hitches. Pietro. "Kochanie, how pleasant to see you here." He greets you. "Mhmm, good to see you too." You try to sound confident but little does he know, you're dying to use those powers of yours right now. You shake it off and begin to walk away.
 Instead of walking away and never seeing him again, you trip and he instantly grabs you by the stomach. "Fuck." you whisper. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he leans closer, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." he whispers in your ear. He then leaves you, alone, with goosebumps surrounded on your skin. What just happened?
Even though you tried your best not to let your curiosity take over you, you find yourself outside the fancy bathroom. Should I go in? "Ugh." you groan. "Ah. I see you came." "What do you want Pietro?" You didn't turn back to see him, but you could hear his steps as he walked closer to you. "I'll get straight to the point, kochanie. After seeing you today, I needed to see you again. Now that I see you in that dress, looking so goddamn beautiful Y/n, I need to fuck you. Hard." You gasp and your pussy clenches. You slowly turn back, the background music slowly fading out. You thought for a second before saying, "fuck me then." He instantly grabs your neck and connects his soft lips to yours. He pushes you into the bathroom and locks the door. "You sure about this, darling?" "Yes." "good girl," he smirks and hitches you up onto the counter. He immediately bends down to his knees, spreads your legs wide open, and moans at the sight of your bare, wet pussy. No panties, no nothing. "Oh, I have been waiting for this for so fucking long." Before you get to even process what he says his tongue enters your wet hole, you moan and he begins to thrust. He then adds one finger to your pussy and latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, hard. You grind on his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never thought Pietro would be so good at eating you out. You pull on his hair and grind on his face as he inhales your juices. "Fuck, you smell amazing." That statement alone was enough to send you on edge. But as soon as he says it, he adds two more fingers, completely stretching you out. "PIETRO!" you scream, unable to hold it back. Your pussy pulsates and you squirt, all over his face, leaving his hair and face wet. "You taste amazing, kachanie." Your blush in embarrassment. Did I just do that?  "I-i'm sorry that never happened before-" Before you finish he cuts off with a kiss, making your pussy even wetter. You can taste your sweet juices in his mouth and lips. "Don't be embarrassed, Kochanie. That was so fucking hot." he then takes two of his fingers and enters your pussy abruptly. He kisses down your neck, immediately finding your soft spot. You moan.
 "Fuck me Pietro." as soon as you say that he unlatches his belt with one hand and takes his jeans off. You can see his hard-on through his boxers. You moan at the nibling sensation on your neck. The surprise and shock of this happening sent you more on edge as your pussy clenches on his fingers and he pulled out, panting, making all your juices spill on his boxers, leaving them see-through. You could see his pink tip and his veins pulsating. He slowly takes off his boxers, his dick jumps out, almost reaching his belly button. You gasp. You do not remember it being so long. And you certainly don't remember it having a slight curve, which it does now. Wow, he has become a man. He takes off the straps of your dress, only to see your tiny, hard nipples. Your breath hitches as he latches his lips onto one of them and plays with the other one with his fingers. You moan, "Pietro. Inside. please," unable to form proper sentences. "Tsk. No patience. Though, I'm complaining." He unlatches his lips from your throbbing nipple. He lifts you up, you yelp. He bends you over on the cold marble counter, making you shiver from the cold sensation. His cock enters you, reaching a spot that had never been reached by anyone, including you, ever before. Before he even started thrusting, your vision blurs and you come. Wow. He groans and begins to thrust. "Fuck y/n, you're so tight." You moan. He bangs into you, again and again and again. You scream. He keeps hitting your G-spot over and over again. "I need you, Pietro." "Need me to do what, my darling?" "I need you to go faster, harder." He speeds up, banging harder. "Fuuuckkkkk." you moan. "Ugh," he moans, "I'm going to come Y/n." "Me too." You clench on his dick, seeing stars for the fourth time in the last half an hour. You can feel his come ooze out of him in your pussy as he pulls out. You squirt all over his still-hard cock. 
"One more round?" He asks. "Yes please." 
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midastouch013 · 16 days
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Remembering Him
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Summary: Today's Pietro's death anniversary, and you're there for her'
Warnings: Character death, Talking about losing a loved one. Wanda being vulnerable
This is a short one, but I'm really lacking ideas, so please do leave requests
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The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the Avengers compound, but for Wanda Maximoff, the day felt heavy with sorrow. It marked the anniversary of her brother Pietro's death, a wound that never truly healed. As Wanda sat alone in the quiet living room, memories of their time together flooded her mind.
You, her girlfriend, entered the room with a soft smile, holding a cup of coffee for her. Wanda glanced up, her eyes reflecting both gratitude and pain. You placed the coffee on the coffee table and took a seat beside her.
"Hey, love," you whispered, taking a seat beside her. reaching for her hand. Wanda managed a small smile but remained distant. You knew that today was especially difficult for her.
"I thought we could spend today celebrating Pietro's life," you suggested. "Doing things he loved, and maybe sharing some of the stories you've told me about him."
Wanda nodded, "I'll try," she said softly, allowing you to guide her through the day.
Starting with music, you encouraged her to play some of Pietro's favorite tunes. As the melodies filled the room, your hands around her waist, as her hands wrapped around your shoulder, swaying softly to the music. Wanda began to share stories, and a bittersweet smile crossed her face.
"I remember a night in Sokovia," she began, her voice soft. "There was a street musician playing a beautiful, slow song on the accordion. Pietro, being Pietro, took my hand and said, 'Let's dance, sis.' So, there we were, twirling under the moonlight, lost in the music and each other."
A warmth filled the room as you envisioned the scene – Wanda and Pietro, sharing a dance in the quiet streets of Sokovia. "That sounds incredibly special," you remarked.
"It was, and then, right after" she spoke, her voice carrying a hint of laughter. " The man began playing a fast-paced song and Pietro, being Pietro, decided we should dance to that too. So, there we were, dancing in the square, drawing a small crowd. It was so spontaneous and silly, but for a moment, everything felt perfect."
You chuckled, "Sounds like he had a talent for turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories."
Wanda nodded, her eyes distant yet alive with the memories. "Exactly. He had a way of making life an adventure."
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The day unfolded with shared stories and activities, each one honoring Pietro's passions. When you moved to the kitchen to attempt one of his favorite dishes, Wanda's laughter filled the air, seeing how you made the same mistakes that he would.
As you neared the end of the day, Wanda and you found yourselves on the rooftop, beneath a sky sprinkled with stars—the same stars Pietro once marveled at during quiet nights.
You both lay on a blanket, shoulders touching, staring up at the vast expanse above. The day had been filled with shared memories, laughter, and a dance that echoed the bond between siblings. Yet, as the night deepened, a subtle melancholy began to seep into the air.
"We used to lay on rooftops," Wanda said softly, her gaze fixed on the twinkling stars. "He loved stargazing. Said it made him feel connected to something greater."
You nodded, squeezing her hand in acknowledgment. The quiet conversation continued, sharing stories of nights spent under the open sky in Sokovia, where Pietro would point out constellations with infectious enthusiasm.
"I miss him so much," Wanda admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
You pulled her into a comforting embrace, letting her tears fall without reservation. "It's okay, Wands," you whispered, holding her close. " You can cry, its okay"
Wanda clung to you, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions she had held back for so long. The weight of loss, the ache of missing her brother, poured out in quiet sobs.
After a while, the tears subsided, leaving behind a sense of catharsis. Wanda pulled away, her eyes red but filled with a newfound lightness. You wiped away the remaining tears and gave her a tender smile.
"Thank you for being here," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.
"Always, love," you assured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
As the day came to an end, you both sat under the evening sky, surrounded by the echoes of laughter and tears, celebrating the life of a brother who would forever live on in memories and the love he left behind. You'd never met him before, but you were sure that you would have loved him if he were there
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I'm short of ideas, someone help me.
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toothfa-1-ry · 9 days
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I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IT P.M
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Snap
And that's all it took to wipe out half of humanity,
Snap, lesser than even 5 seconds and yet Pietro Maximoff could swear that it was all the time it took for his entire world to screech to a sudden stop
And so he ran, he ran to you and in a blur, no less than 5 seconds there he was right next to you, eyes widened and frantically holding you, looking at you
"are you alright- are you fine are you feeling okay"
Pietro was many things but not the idiot he usually pretended to be, he wasn't the idiot you and his sister would call him though neither of you would believe that he was
He knew that something was wrong with the air suddenly.
Wakanda was a beautiful place even amidst the ongoing war but something was wrong, something was wrong in the universe the minute Thanos snapped his fingers and Pietro knew it, and he knew that you and everyone around him could feel it too.
"dragâ mea- look at me hey- look at me" Pietro commanded, his voice filled with urgency as he spoke to you
"he snapped his fingers didn't he?" You muttered "something really bad is happening Pietro- i- I don't think thanos was bluffing about wiping off half of humanity"
"no- your fine. We are both fine- we're okay" Pietro gripped your hands enclosing them with his, the both of you were going to be fine, he thought, the both of you had to be fine-
You could hear shouts from afar, surprise, shocked, and full of grief. You knew, whatever Thanos had planned had already started
"P- Pietro I don't- I" you began shaking, you felt weird, you felt as if though you might just turn into dust and fade away
"no no no- no your going to be fine no you can't-" Pietro firmly refused to believe that something would happen to you "let me go check- nothing bads going to happen to you or me princesta- nothing bad"
You could hear his accent thicken even more as he began rambling. You knew he was worried despite the words he was saying, despite what he told you he believed
Pietro turned "nothing bads happening, we both know Thanos was just bluffing he was lying- he was trying to scare us he would never- let me go check princesta I swear I'll be right back"
He began talking really fast, desperate to prove to you that it was a lie, desperate to prove to himself that it was all a lie. Thanos's plan, everything. He was going to prove it
"no wait Pietro!" You suddenly shouted out just before he sped away
"dragâ please- y/n? Y/n!"
You look down at yourself and then at Pietro who stared at you in pure disbelief
He shook his head furiously and blinked as fast as he could to hide his tears
"no- no! No your not going- I'm not going to let you go too" his arms enclosed your body as he hugged you tightly as if though that would prevent your body from being faded away
"Pietro- don't.. don't-" you choke back your words "Pietro look at me, please look at me"
Pietro stubbornly refused to let go despite you pleads, he refused to answer back to opting to hold you even closer
"I can't let you go- don't ask me to do such things you know I can't" his voice trembled as he spoke, his voice never trembled like that before
"Pietro" you spoke again, your shaky voice trying very hard to appear calm but miserably failing
"please y/n please" he begged
"Pietro!" You shouted, shaking away from his hold, leaving space between the both of you, you look into his red teary eyes and he looks into yours
You hands clasp his face gently as he shakes his head softly murmuring no repeatedly,
"oh Pietro-" your forhead touches his and you can hear his sobs
"please don't go-" his voice cracks "you can't go my love"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm always going to be with you- "
Pietro shook his head
"look at me, my sweet sweet boy, please look at me"
His blue eyes looked straight into yours and you felt the air inside of you vanishing
"I'll be back before you even know it"
You manage to mutter out before you too along with half of humanity vanished away. Away from the life you had half lived, away from the dreams you had half dreamt and away from the people you had truly fully loved with all your heart.
You couldn't hear Pietro's cries after that, his screams, his grief. You couldn't hear his agony and his pleads because you didn't exist, atleast not anymore, maybe now, solely on his memories.
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He ran, like he always used to
Except this time, he seemed to forget to stop. He forgot to sleep, to eat, he would survive of course, he was bred to survive, to never stop,
So that's what he did, he never stopped running
The world still needed saving. Just this time not from robots and aliens but rather saving from it's own self agony, it's own crippling depression.
And Pietro was still a part of the quote un quote Avengers, whether he wanted to or not so he always found himself running to help people and forgetting that he too needs help
He has seen the look in people's faces, he has seen the very same in Nat's and the same face would stare at him everytime he faced a mirror
A face of regret, guilt and perhaps even self hatred. Pietro was disgusted at himself
He hadn't shaved for a while, his roots were outgrown and his eyes that you once described as a tsunami of emotions now remained still like a frozen lake during winter
But even so, he never stopped running, except he didn't know what he was running towards or rather, what he was running from.
He stopped calling himself a part of the Avengers, even though Nat and Steve still did, it made no sense, the Avengers had broken down years ago and half of the members no longer existed.
Tony was tired and done. Pietro knew he had all the right to be, he saw the state he was in when he came back from space,
Barton was-
Barton couldn't care less, Pietro didn't cared either. They both lost everything, but sometimes Pietro wished that atleast the both of them could have held on to one another but it was no use now, after all he didn't even try to stop Barton when he came to give him a final goodbye
The world had darken. He thought the world was a cruel and evil place before but now it was nothing, it was just a huge shadow and every where he went he was reminded of his failure, a failure as a hero, a friend and a failure towards you.
He was running when he got a call from Natasha
"Pietro- where are you?"
"running" a short reply came on one end
".. something came up" Natasha paused and Pietro could hear the hitch on her breath
"Pietro" she repeated his name again "I think- sorry" she corrected "we think we can bring them back"
Pietro finally stopped
"Nat.. don't do this to me, please- don't I cannot- I cannot do it, not anymore" the sokovian boy said
The other line remained silent, after all what could Natasha even say
"do you really believe that we can bring them back?" Pietro asked
"it's..it's almost impossible but.. I believe in it Pietro- it's a crazy dysfunctional idea but I believe in it and so does Steve"
Pietro wanted to run away
"the question is do you?"
He really wanted to run away
"I want to believe in it too" he whispered back
Pietro already lost his parents once and he swore that he won't lose his sister, but he ended up losing everyone he loved
"Bruce is on it and Tony-"
Natasha paused at his name and Pietro held his breath
Mr Stark
"Tony is still deciding" Natasha carefully placing her words
" we'll be waiting for you in the tower. You know where" Natasha said
"okay"
"okay, hey Pietro?"
"yea?"
"I seriously believe in this okay?"
Pietro doesnt reply back, he doesn't need to, he knows it has to work, he had to see you again.
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For the 3000 celebration can you write one with Pietro Maximoff and prompt 25
Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense
.⋆。Musketeer And The Cowboy。⋆.
Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader
Halloween brings out the worst in all of us
Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers
WC: 885
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
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3000 Follower Celebration
Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.
But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.
You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.
This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role. 
You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink. 
But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer. 
“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula 
costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.
“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.
“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.
“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.
“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.
“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.
“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend. 
There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.
Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.
“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent. 
“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.
He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.
“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.
Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”
He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.
God you loved Halloween.
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I Don’t Know What You See In Me
Fandom: Marvel/MCU
Character: Pietro Maximoff
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Fem!Reader (Pietro calls reader Princessa)
Summary: You have a bad day and can’t stand the sight of yourself, so you hide in bed, under the covers so you have no chance of seeing your own reflection. That is until Pietro finds you.
Notes: I don’t own Marvel, MCU or Pietro Maximoff.
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Today was one of the days you hated. No, that’s not it. Today was one of the days where you just hated everything about yourself. So instead of doing anything, you get back into bed, crying, covering yourself with all of the sheets.
A few hours later, Pietro comes home. He looks for you in the kitchen, the living room and your office, but it doesn’t take long for him to find you covered head to toe by the sheets of your shared bed.
He walks over and pulls back the covers, “Hi princessa. Bad day?”
“Pietro, I can’t stand myself today,” you cried, not even bothering to fight to get the covers back. “It’s horrible. I feel like the whole world’s out to get me and every time I look in the mirror or see my reflection in anything, I burst into tears over how fat I am and how ugly I am. I don’t know what you see in me.”
“Princessa,” he says softly, lifting his hand to your face. You close your eyes at the touch; it feels so gentle and so comforting. “You’re perfect for me. I love how your eyes light up whenever you get really into something you’re talking about.” You open your eyes and look at him.
“I love how you feel when I hold you.” He moved his hand away from you and started to climb into the bed with you. “Your eyes are very pretty.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. “I love how beautiful your smile is. I love how kind and helpful you are.”
You smile a little and he can feel it so he keeps going, “You are the most beautiful person I know.”
You lift your hand up and put it on his chest as you say, “you don’t need to lie. I’m definitely not. You’re only saying that because you love me.”
“No, you are, at least to me,” he tells you quietly. “You are beautiful because I love you. And I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
You put your arms around him, “thank you. You make me feel a little better. I just don’t know if I’m completely convinced.”
He kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. Once he finishes, he pulls you close and just holds you. “I love you, princessa,” he whispers.
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konront · 1 year
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Arron Taylor-Johnson as Pietro Maximoff Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) dir. Joss Whedon
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beanxemily · 1 year
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Steve, driving Y/n, Wanda and Pietro: How was your day at school?
Pietro and Y/n: We almost got suprise adopted!
Steve: What?
Wanda: We almost got kidnapped
Steve: Okay
Steve, slamming on the breaks: WHAT!?
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acciopietro · 1 year
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Hi, I have a request.
So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)
He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.
Yea, so angsty & fluff.
The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.
Thanks, I love how you write
Have a nice day.
anything from you - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader
summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough
word count: 1662
tw: no!
a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3
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"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."
"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."
"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."
"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."
"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."
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“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N. 
“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”
“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.
“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”
“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”
“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”
“I see.”
“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”
“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”
“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”
“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”
“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”
“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”
“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”
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“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant. 
“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”
“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”
“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.
“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”
You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.
“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”
Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”
“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.
“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”
You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp. 
“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”
“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”
“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. 
With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.
“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”
“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”
“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”
“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”
“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.
“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.
“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”
Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”
“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”
“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”
You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.
“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”
“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”
“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”
“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”
“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”
“Leave?”
“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”
Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.
"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."
“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”
“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”
He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”
---
translations:
"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.
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Chapter 20. Cherry
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Hi friends! Apologies for the wait on this chapter but I hope you enjoy nonetheless <33
pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Pietro and Nadia being Pietro and Nadia, some spice (only a little: like half a chili pepper), cursing, jealous Pietro.
The sound of running water filled my ears before I turned off the bathroom tap, drying my hands and face. When I put the towel down Pietro was leaning against the doorframe signature smirk across his lips.
“What?”
He shook his head, pushing off the wall to approach me. His hands braced on the counter, and he pulled us both forward so that I was pressed between him and the vanity. I could feel his breath on the side of my face as he leaned down toward me. He pressed a kiss to my cheekbone before turning my face by the chin to look at him. “This is all I can think about.” Before I could respond he was planting a scorching kiss against my lips, pressing me more firmly to the bench. The warmth that was always emanating from his body pressed into my back through the fabric of our clothes as he kissed down my neck, nipping at my shoulder. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access. Pietro’s hands squeezed my hips, one moving to the front to fiddle with the hemline of my t-shirt. My heart was racing as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, smoothing across my stomach and up my ribs to rest just below my bra. “Is this what you want?” He murmured against my ear as I threw my head back. “You want me to touch you?” I felt incapable of words then. Pietro turned me to face him swiftly before lifting me and slipping me onto the bench behind us, his body pressed to mine as he stood between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Prinţesă.” In a moment of confidence, I lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room and grabbing his hand to place it over my heart that was thrumming in my chest. He moved impossibly closer, his hand sliding to cup my breast over my bra, his lips were on me again almost instantly, trailing wet kisses down my collarbone and sternum.
“I want- I want…” He spread my legs, falling to his knees between them and that was when I woke up, launching upright in bed and clenching the duvet to my chest. “What the fuck?” I muttered to myself running a hand through my hair. I could not believe I had just dreamed that I must have been going insane. Try as I might it seemed impossible to part with the images that had invaded my slumber, a cold shower didn’t even do the trick.
I resolved that perhaps a run was in order to clear my head. Dressed and prepared to head off, I yanked the door to my room open rushing swiftly into the hall only to walk directly into someone. The collision almost had me stumbling but two warm hands holding my upper arms righted me. Pietro smiled sweetly at me and apparently that was enough to set my heart racing. “Good morning, Nadia, wherever are you off to in such a rush?” I swallowed hard as I looked at him, his hair was damp as though he’d just gotten out of the shower, he wore a blue and white crewneck sweatshirt, and it was enough to make me lightheaded. I was irritated, to say the least at my body’s ridiculous reaction to him.
“I… was going to go for a run.” It was quiet and didn’t sound anything like me. He furrowed his eyebrows a little.
“Is everything alright?” I nodded quickly, side-stepping him with a clenched jaw. The soft look in his eyes was too much to bear right now. “Liar.” He snickered, following closely behind me. “What’s wrong?”
I shrugged, not looking back at him but apparently that wouldn’t fly with him. He took ahold of my wrist gently, spinning me to face him and taking a step closer. I sighed exasperatedly. “Nothing’s wrong, really, I’m just tired.” I managed a little smile to appease him, though it came easier than I’d expected. It faltered, however, when he moved ever closer. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, the corner of his lips upturned in the whisper of an earnest smile. He leaned down and kissed me softly, just once before pulling away. I leaned up, chasing his lips with my own and kissing him again.
“So, I’m assuming we’re still on the same page about the boyfriend, girlfriend thing?” My smile returned, brighter now as I nodded at him. “Good, glad we cleared that up.” His lips were on mine once again and I breathed a laugh against them. “You’re going for a run?”
I said yes.
He hummed. “Okay, I’ll come with you.” I tensed slightly, images of him pressed against me flickered through my mind. “… Or I don’t have to if you don’t want?”
God why was he so fucking considerate?!
“No, I do want you to!” I almost cringed at my words. Pietro raised an eyebrow at me. “I do want you to come with me.”
“You’re being very strange.” He hadn’t let up on me. From the door of my bedroom and the duration of our run he’d pestered me, encouraging me to tell him what was bothering me. “Please, draga mea.” My darling. I only ran faster. A streak whirled past me before stopping in my path. Pietro crossed his arms over his chest, watching me expectantly. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Tell me what’s going on.” He spoke firmly.
My hands fell over my hips, and I narrowed my eyes at the man before me. “I told you nothing is going on.”
That little smart-ass smirk made a home on his lips, and he took a step closer to me. “And I think you’re full of shit, so let’s try it again.”
“Or what?” I bit back. “What will you do?”
My sass had his smirk doubling in size, his eyes narrowing for a moment, before flickering down to my hands that remained settled on my hips. He crossed the space between us, stopping right in front of me. “What would you like me to do, Prinţesă?”
The moment he spoke that word my heart skipped, mind unable to stop thinking about his lips all over me. I dug my fingers into my sides, attempting to steel myself.
“You’re pissing me off.”
“Par for the course at this point, and you’re the one who wanted to be my girlfriend so...” He shrugged, eyes dipping to my lips momentarily. I couldn’t handle this proximity. There was the slightest sheen of sweat on his forehead and his hair had become tousled by the wind, falling a little messily around his eyes. “Tell me.” He urged yet again.
“Jesus Christ, Pietro! I just had a strange dream, alright?!”
He looked indescribably pleased with himself. “Okay.” He nodded. “Was it about me?” The tone he took was nothing if not teasing, an attempt to rile me up, lighten the tension but my brain seemed content to short-circuit the moment he’d spoken those words. My unwitting hesitation certainly did not go unnoticed by him and before I could defend myself, he was speaking again. “Oh my god, it absolutely was!” He was positively beaming at me then.
“No! No, it had nothing to do with you, idiot!”
“Was it dirty? What was I doing in the dream? Was I as handsome as I am in real life?” I groaned, pushing past him and picking up my pace again. “You’re going to have to run faster than that.” He appeared before me again, running backward so he could continue to taunt me. “Walk me through it, play-by-play, spare no detail. Was it the first time you’d dreamt of me? It must have been some dream for you to be acting so weird after.”
I shook my head, settling on ignoring him now. This only seemed to please him though, there was no winning here. He put his hands out to stop me once more. I rolled my eyes heavily, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m getting sick of this conversation very quickly.”
“Okay, okay, just one more question and I’ll drop it.”
“Fine! What?” I asked exasperatedly.
“What were we doing in your dream?”
His voice dropped as he spoke; I swallowed heavily feeling a little light-headed. This was not okay, I wasn’t about to let him have all the power so I shifted gears, letting my weight fall to one hip and closing the distance between us, moving to my tip toes so I could brush my lips over his. His breathing stuttered a little and I could feel his heart racing as my hand landed on his chest. “I could tell you. Or…” I placed one small peck on his lips, pulling back just a little to see his eyes closed, lips chasing mine. “I could show you.” His lips parted and his hands found my hips.
“Nadia.” He leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled back out of reach, prompting his eyes to open. He furrowed his eyebrows at me. “What-”
“One more question and you’ll drop it, right? Isn’t that what you said?” A look of utter betrayal and indignation crossed his features then, but I was running off before he could utter anything else.
I was laughing the whole way back to the compound, ignoring the streak the shot passed me partway back. When I arrived, Pietro stood on the grass, waiting with his arms crossed. “That was not very nice.”
“Well, you were the one who wanted to be my boyfriend.” I taunted, feigning a pouty face at him as I walked by.
“Oh, I see, you think you’re very funny.”
I walked into the kitchen with Pietro hot on my tail. The smell of cinnamon and freshly baked goods overtook me the moment I stepped into the room. Vision stood behind the counter, a baking tray in his hands. “Good morning, Nadia and Pietro.” He placed the tray down to reveal cinnamon rolls as he poured frosting over. I furrowed my eyebrows watching the strange man intently. “Would you like to try one?” He offered, looking back up at me and placing one of the desserts on a plate which he inched toward me.
“These are insanely good, Vis,” Sam spoke from the table, throwing the last bite of his roll into his mouth. I hesitantly approached the counter, inspecting the food before picking it up. It smelled divine but the idea of eating something baked by the peculiar humanoid creature before me was a little off putting. Before I could take a bite Pietro leaned over me, demolishing half the roll in a single mouthful. I narrowed my eyes at him as he grinned back, licking the icing from his lips slowly.
“You are pushing it,” I warned the silver-haired man who merely snorted in response.
“Ah, young love.” Tony sighed entering the room and stealing a cinnamon roll from the tray.
I bit into mine soon after, shocked by the explosion of flavor on my tastebuds. “Jesus that’s good.” I stuffed the cinnamon roll into my mouth before Pietro could steal anymore. “Do you even eat; how do you know how to bake?”
“I have no need to consume nutrients in the way humans do, though, I can simulate the ‘eating’ action if it would make you more comfortable.” There was silence between us for a moment as I stared blankly at him, unmoving. “And I used the internet to learn the recipe for these.”
“Okay.”
I turned around stiffly, wandering over to the table where Natasha sat, Pietro heading off to pester his sister. Approximately the second I sat down Nat was laying out possible options for what I would wear to the gala.
“There’s a strip of boutiques about a 30-minute drive from here, we can head over later today to have a look.” I nodded, taking a sip of my juice. “Also, I invited Wanda,” Natasha spoke so quickly that her words almost jumbled into one. I choked on my drink, coughing violently, and taking another sip to ease the discomfort. The look I gave her would have had a lesser woman cowering, but she didn’t even flinch under my glower. “Oh, do not even act like that, Nadia. I know you too well to be fooled by this whole act, you don’t hate her and I’ve had enough of the division, the girls need to stick together.”
I rolled my eyes, letting my head fall back with an exasperated sigh. “Why must you force the high road on me so often.”
The dress I selected was crisp white satin, one shoulder, with a slit that rose up to the apex of my thigh. Natasha shoved a pair of matching elbow-length gloves into my hands and would not hear any protest on the matter. Wanda and I had exchanged barely a sentence with one another on the drive here, it was strange. I didn’t really know what to say to her, how does one begin the journey to the high road? She fiddled with a sage green slip still on a hanger as I took a seat on the plush round ottoman that sat by the fitting rooms. I had felt her glancing at me from time to time as we waited for Nat to finish trying on her pile of dresses.
“Full disclosure, I know about you and Pietro.” I looked over at her then. “He didn’t tell me; I just know him too well and I might have dug around in his head a little to confirm my suspicions. Anyway, the point is, I know that you don’t exactly like me, but I think you’re good for him and his happiness is the only thing that matters to me, so I just wanted to say I’m really happy you have each other.”
“Trust is not something that comes particularly easy to me, and we did not start on a very positive foot. I don’t dislike you, Wanda, but I also don’t trust you.”
She nodded a merciful look in her eyes. “I understand, and I don’t blame you.”
“But… I am willing to start anew. What is the expression? A clean slate?” Her eyes lit up at my words, the corners of her lips upturning. “I cannot promise that I will ever trust you,” I added. “But we can try to start over if that’s what you want.”
Her expression was soft, gratitude and relief shining in her eyes. “Hi, I’m Wanda.”
I almost laughed at the gesture. This was pretty ridiculous, and I could not help but think back to the day in the shipyard. The debilitatingly traumatic memories she’d forced me to relive, the feeling of the cold concrete against my palms as I begged to leave the mind prison, she’d locked me in. The thought made me hesitate, a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to turn my back and continue the cold shoulder routine. She’d proven she couldn’t be trusted, why should I give her another chance? However, despite that, despite my reservations and distrust I silenced the voice, swallowing heavily and meeting her eyes once more. “Nice to meet you, Wanda, I’m Nadia.”
“Oh my god, you guys have got to see this dress!” Natasha called from the fitting room.
Some of us elected to stay in the city for the gala, rather than travel from the compound on the night of the event. I had no strong opinion on either option as long as we got this night over quickly and as painlessly as possible. I’d attended these fundraisers before, the cause was good and completely not what I took issue with. The part that I loathed was being forced to schmooze with the New York elite as they pretended to care about the poor and disenfranchised. The whole thing felt disingenuous, and I’d rather steer clear of it altogether, but I would have no such luck. Unfortunately for me being a public figure came as a package deal with this whole Avenger thing. I’d managed to mostly avoid it until now.
I sighed exasperatedly as I sipped from the champagne that Natasha had poured for me whilst she did my hair. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’ll be nice to have a night out, and you love the city.” I met her eyes in the mirror before rolling mine heavily.
“Why are you so set on this?”
“Because I think it will be a nice change of pace for us all. A chance to let our hair down and have a moment of normalcy.”
“In other words, you’re doing this to avoid thinking about something else… someone else?”
She pulled my hair a little harder than necessary, causing me to scowl at her reflection. She didn’t even pretend to be innocent as she glanced up to meet my eyes for a split second. Her face pulled into an expression of distaste. “And I thought you didn’t understand people.”
The corners of my lips upturned, and I shrugged a little. “I don’t, I just know you.”
She shook her head, remaining quiet for a long while. I watched her as she continued pinning and fiddling with strands of my hair. “Fury said they got a ping off the quinjet. It gives a radius of where its last location was. It could be a lead.”
“But?”
“He left for a reason, Nads, I’m not sure going after him wouldn’t be purely selfish.” I nodded slowly, taking a beat to process her words. I didn’t really know what the solution was, what would make her happiest in the long term because part of me wanted to tell her to throw logic to the side and go after him but the other part of me agreed with what she was saying. Going to find him when he obviously wanted to be alone may not have been the best course of action, but in the same breath I didn’t want her to get stuck in time; unable to move forward because she was too caught up. “So maybe we just wait him out? Circle a date some time from now and if there’s still no word from him by then we go find him.” She placed a hand on my shoulder for a second, still looking down at my hair, but I knew she’d heard me. “I heard you and Wanda talking at the boutique.” She unraveled the strand of hair she’d been curling. “It was nice what you did, very unlike you, but nice.”
“You don’t think I’m nice?” A cheeky grin spread across my lips as I met her eye in the mirror.
She breathed a laugh. “Truthfully, I think that you’re a little sweetheart who likes people to think she’s heartless. That being said, clean slates aren’t really you’re thing.”
“No, they’re not.” I watched her as she began to pin strands of hair back into a curly updo. “Perhaps I’m going soft.” I teased.
“Or someone has proven to you that it is okay to be a little more open.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay, enough of the mushy, deep, and meaningful shit I beg it’s beginning to make me sick.”
“Yeah, definitely not getting soft.” She hummed gesturing that she was done with my hair. I checked her handy work in the mirror nodding approvingly at the hairstyle. “Jesus, you look good, it’s really very difficult to get ready around you when you look like that.”
“Oh, shut up, look at yourself, woman.” She glanced in the mirror nodding as if she saw my point and smoothing her hands down her black dress. I giggled at her antics, adjusting the buckle of my shoe and doing one final check of my outfit before approaching the door.
When the elevator doors opened the first thing I saw was the back of his head, silver hair neatly styled atop. The second my heels clicked against the ground he spun around to face me, stiffening almost instantly. My heart rate spiked as his eyes traveled down to my feet before dragging ever so slowly back up my form, before finally meeting my gaze, eyebrows raised, and lips parted. He looked like something out of a dream; literally. He was in a midnight blue tuxedo that fit him like a glove. I’d never seen him so dressed up before I realized. I liked it… a lot. Words did not come easily to me as I watched him approach at a glacial pace.
“I don’t think I should kiss you right now.”
“Why?” The word was out before I could stop it, breathy and quiet.
His lips upturned at my tone, though that glint remained present in his eyes. “Because if I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
I couldn’t bite back the smile that was forming across my lips. My fingertips slid down his forearm, intertwining with his as I moved to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I like you’re suit.”
The drive to the venue consisted of both of us stealing glances at each other and smiling at our laps like school children. As much as I found it absurdly childish behavior – I couldn’t seem to stop. “So, what exactly is a gala?” He finally spoke up.
I rolled my eyes at the reminder. “It’s like a charity, fundraiser thing.”
“Is that not a good thing?” I shrugged at his words. “Why do you hate the idea so much.”
“In theory, yes, it’s a good thing. In practice, it’s an antiquated ceremony for the wealthy to talk about how good of people they are.” One side of his mouth lifted with amusement. “And besides, I hate most things, so it’s not exactly a high bar.”
“Not me though.” He teased, rolling his head on the headrest to face me. I raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t hate me… you like me too much.” My eyes rolled again, though a little smile broke out across my lips.
The chandelier hung in the center of the room painted the walls in a yellow glow. Pietro scanned the quickly filling room as we entered, though he seemed more interested in the art that hung from the walls rather than the company. I turned to him then. “If I’m going to get through this, I’m going to need hard liquor.”
He laughed at my words. “I’m going to use the toilet; I want to know if it’s as fancy as the rest of this place.”
I shook my head, breathing a laugh as I split from his side and approached the bar. “Scotch on the rocks please.”
The bartender nodded, beginning to pour ice into a crystal glass.
“I just worry about the detriment to the city, isn’t giving the money just encouraging laziness that leads to homelessness in the first place.” I scanned the men who stood just a few paces from me. Balding, middle-aged, Rolex on their wrists.
I sighed heavily, turning back to the bartender. “Actually, could you make it a double?”
A breathy laugh filled my ears, prompting me to glance toward the man who’d just stepped up to the bar, placing his drink down beside me. “My sentiments exactly.” He added, beginning to fold up the long cane that was in his hands. I didn’t recognize the dark-haired man peering in my direction from dark red lenses. Well, likely not actually looking, I realized putting together the context clues. I chose to hum dismissively in place of an actual response. He smiled toward the ground, evidently not put off by my cold countenance. “Not a fan of these events I take it?”
“Oh, no, I love nothing more than listening to self-important old men speak.”
The man laughed again. “I’m guessing you’re Nadia?” I narrowed my eyes at him, leaning back a little in my seat and crossing my arms. “I know Tony Stark.” He clarified. “He told me to look out for you. Well, not look, but you know what I mean.”
The corners of my lips tugged upward just slightly, a very minuscule laugh falling from me. “Oh, so he warned you about me?”
“Not exactly, he might have mentioned you were something of a cynic.”
I rolled my eyes, thanking the bartender when he placed my drink before me. “Some say cynic, I say realist.”
His smile brightened. “I’m Matt, by the way.”
“Good for you.”
Truthfully, I was expecting him to walk away at that, yet he only laughed again. I did not understand what it was about me that made others think I was interested in chit-chatting. Perhaps it was my sunny disposition, or perhaps I smiled too much. “Okay, so Tony wasn’t bluffing.” He sat down beside me. “So, realist, why are you here if you hate it so much?”
“Because I was told by a very scary redhead that I didn’t have a choice.” He snickered at my answer. “I don’t exactly hear you jumping to the defense of this particularly cruel breed of torture, so why are you here?”
“I guess you could call it networking. My law partner and I are here on behalf of our firm.”
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and turning in my seat to face him. “Why are you still talking to me?”
His eyebrows rose slightly, and a startled chuckle fell from his lips. “Maybe I’m a masochist… or maybe I just like the sound of your voice.”
“Yes, she has a very nice voice.” Pietro appeared beside me, eyeing Matt, with a tight smile across his lips.
Matt tilted his head in Pietro’s direction, lips upturned as he sipped his drink. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Matthew Murdock.” He held his hand toward a very tense man at my side. Pietro reached across me, his cologne overtaking my senses along with the warmth radiating from him, our eyes met for just a moment as he took my drink and downed it before turning back to Matt and finally shaking his hand. I looked between the two, mildly amused by the bizarre interaction.
“Pietro Maximoff.”
I raised an eyebrow at the way his voice sounded but he ignored the look. “Nice to meet you, Pietro. Nadia and I were just discussing our shared dislike of these events.” Matt said, gesturing around the room.
“Is that right?” Pietro’s hand moved to grip the back of my chair. “Well, apologies for interrupting such a fascinating conversation but I need to borrow Nadia.” Before Matt could respond, Pietro was heading toward the staircase.
I excused myself, attempting to contain my amusement as I followed the silver-haired man. He continued walking ahead of me until he reached a room off the hall of the second floor, where he pushed the door open and waited for me to enter. The room appeared to be a small lounge of some kind, with book-lined walls and a sitting area consisting of a chaise lounge and armchairs. I walked into the room, turning to watch him enter and close the door behind himself.
When he looked at me again his eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was drawn into a tight frown.
“What?”
“Are you serious?”
I sat on the arm of one of the armchairs. Easily one of the worst parts of this whole human empathy thing was caring so much what other people were upset about. I couldn’t deny though that when it was Pietro, I couldn’t stop caring. “Why are you acting strange?”
“Oh, I’m sorry were we not just in the same room? I leave you alone for 5 minutes and you’ve already got yourself an admirer.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Obviously. He was clearly flirting with you!”
I rolled my eyes at his words. “So?” I shrugged.
“So?!”
“I wasn’t flirting with him so what does it matter.”
Pietro’s jaw clenched and he paced before me. “It matters.” He shook his head; I could practically see the steam emanating from his ears. It made the tingling that was present in my belly intensify. “And you know what? It’s because of this damn dress! You look fucking devastating, of course, he’d flirt with you.”
I breathed a laugh. “Something tells me the way I look didn’t have much to do with it.”
He sent a sharp glare my way, evidently not amused. “You think this is funny?” He raised an eyebrow, stopping before me.
“Yes. Very.”
The air between us was electric as he moved closer, the corners of his lips quirking upward. “I don’t think it is.”
“Who knows Pietro, maybe it’s my dazzling personality, or innate approachability, it’s one of life’s mysteries I suppose.” I knew I was pissing him off, but that only made me want to keep going. “Why are you so mad?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re my girlfriend so I don’t particularly like the idea of some guy thinking about you in that way.”
“And what way is that?”
His chest grazed mine as he took a step forward. “The way I think about you.”
“It doesn’t matter how he thinks of me, Pietro.” The muscle in his jaw feathered but I continued before he had the chance to protest. “It doesn’t matter because I don’t think of him in that way. I don’t think of him in any way.” He didn’t seem completely satisfied with this, so I decided to give a little more of myself, lay myself slightly barer before him. “How could I? when you already occupy so much space in my brain. It’s hard to even consider other men when I’m already completely obsessed with you.”
My thumb brushed over his cheekbone, bringing him down to press my lips against his, punctuating my words, branding us both with them. We were sharing the same air as we stood there, bodies not completely flush yet warmth travelled across my flesh. “You drive me insane, Nadia.” He clenched his hands at his sides, taking a step back from me.
I asked him what he meant.
“Don’t you understand that what you just said is exactly how I feel about you? Do you know what it does to me when you tell me that you feel the same way?” He shook his head. “It’s maddening.” I swallowed heavily, watching him run a hand through his hair before turning back to face me. “And don’t think that I’m completely over the flirting thing, I’m still annoyed.”
“Oh my god, Pietro.” My hands fell to my hips. “Grow up.” The moment I’d spoken I could practically feel the band of tension begin to snap, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved toward me once again.
He scoffed. “Say that again.” My heart was racing, lips curving upward a little. A quiet laugh fell from me.
I repeated myself and the air between us was pure electricity.
“You know what, Nadia? I might feel better if you told me about your dream.” It all happened very quickly, I moved to shove him in the chest, a vexed expression on my face. However, before my palms made contact, he’d snatched my wrists up and pressed them against the wall above my head. My back was flush with the cold surface, the air momentarily knocked out of me. His maneuver was not particularly forceful, but the underlying context had my chest rising and falling a little faster. I glanced up at our hands, watching his fingers intertwine with mine. His lips ghosted over mine and I found myself unwittingly arching toward him, bringing a soft smirk to his lips. “Is it still funny?”
“A little.” I breathed out, still taunting even when my body felt as though it was burning up. The laugh that left him was dry, frustration evident in his tone.
When he kissed me, it felt like life or death. Like my air supply was his as well and we both needed it to survive. I pushed my body toward his and soon he got the message, moving closer, using his chest to press me flush to the wall once more. I gasped slightly against his mouth as our bodies melded together. It was bizarre, the way I felt like I was melting into him so easily, but my muscles still stiffened, my body was defensive at the touches even when they weren’t ones that I disliked. My heart was racing, thumping so hard against my chest I could feel it in my ears. The first real tug of my arms against his grip had Pietro loosening his hold and setting my hands free. One went to the back of his head, threading through his soft, silver locks, the other gripped his shoulder. I could feel one of his hands at my ribs, sliding down to my hip. It was like everything shut off for a second when his fingers slid into the slit of my dress, grazing over my thigh. I tensed so completely that Pietro pulled back, for a second the air felt too thick to swallow. He whispered an apology to me, attempting to move his hand from my leg but I caught it before he could, placing my own over his and bringing it back to my thigh. I clenched my jaw, forcing my eyes to open and let the light in once more. He was the first thing I saw. I pressed my forehead further against his, gazing into his eyes and reminding myself that I wasn’t in danger, he wouldn’t hurt me. My heart returned to the pace it had been earlier, one of keen anticipation rather than discomfort. The tension in my muscles eased and he was waiting patiently for me to make a move, an indescribable softness in his blue eyes and then it was Pietro, and I was still a little afraid, but I was okay.
“I meant it the other day when I said that I wanted you to touch me.” I dragged his hand higher up my leg, the silky, white fabric of my dress sliding upwards, revealing more of my flesh to him.
“Fucking hell.” He breathed, head dipping toward the crook of my neck, not quite touching it though. He lifted my leg to sit over his hip and I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck. When he lifted his head, his nose grazed my cheek before he planted a small kiss against my lips again. He pulled away to gaze into my eyes, leaning against me. I looked right back, seeing myself reflected in his bright, beautiful eyes. It was there; right there, that I realized it. I was completely and utterly fucked.
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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months
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OMG OMG SO I FINISHED READING YOUR MOST RECENT PETER FIC AND IM OBSESSED SO OMG I was wondering how you think pietro would react in that situation?? If he saw you flirting with another avenger? Maybe you coukd write something on that if that's okay?
hii!! AAAHHH THANK YOU!! and of course, love it :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 I used steve, just bc he’s a total sweetheart and wanted to include him in something bc I love him
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Pietro Maximoff x f reader
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Pietro is the kind of guy that was often hard to read, the sort that hid his thoughts and feelings behind snarky expressions and remarks. Near enough impossible to get a sneak peek inside his brain. 
Recently things have taken a little turn in your platonic relationship. Ever so slowly moving towards the more romantic side. The thing is, you were both stubborn when it came to sharing emotions. Neither of you wanted to be the first in case the feeling wasn't mutual, even though it was clear you were really into one another.
It was coming to the stage where it began to get slightly awkward, the part of the relationship where it became somewhat tiresome. You wanted Pietro to crack first, much like how he wanted you to.
So today, after a quiet day at the compound, you join the rest of the team in the communal area, blending in seamlessly with a bottle of beer as you sit between Steve and Clint. Turning to face Clint, you see him emersed in conversation with Natasha, so you twist back around, noticing Steve sitting quietly to himself. "How's you?" you sweetly ask, politely including him. 
"I'm doing good, thank you," he smiles, crossing his leg towards you, getting more comfortable. " How are you?" 
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, thanks. Just a long day," you reply, leaning a little closer so he could hear you over the loud private conversations that filled the room.
Glancing over to the kitchen, out of the corner of your eye, you see Pietro make his way over with a bottle in hand, talking with Wanda. You discreetly follow his movements as you continue your conversation with Steve, peering over every thirty seconds, trying not to make your gaze obvious. 
"How did that house viewing go? That place in Brooklyn," you ask, speaking with genuine interest.
"I don't think it was the one for me. There'll be more, right?" Steve rhetorically asks with a wry smile, his beer bottle pressed under his chin.
Peeking over at Pietro, you see an expression you hadn't yet seen before, something bitter. He isn't usually the envious type, but when he notices you and Steve sitting so close together, with your legs crossed towards each other? That's when his mind starts to wander.
There was no reason for Pietro to be jealous as there's nothing going on between you and Steve. He's a generally sweet person to talk to, just all-around good company. But by the way, Pietro's eyes squint in focus told you he didn't quite understand that.
You watch him stealthily, secretly glancing over every time you take a sip from your bottle, waiting somewhat patiently for Pietro to say what was bothering him. He didn't have to speak in order for you to understand his displeasure, the envious expression on his face telling you multitudes.
"I'll be right back," Steve says, leaning closer at a friendly distance for you to hear him. "I've been summoned," he chuckles, excusing himself as he walks towards the kitchen. 
You scratch the side of your head, discreetly looking over to Pietro to see if he's still staring. To your surprise, he was gone. Searching around, you spot the back of him as he's about to leave the room.
You place your beer on the coffee table and subtly chase after him. "Pietro," you whisper, making your way down the corridor. "Pietro," you say again, slightly louder.
"Milovat," the familiar voice of Pietro calls. Following the sound, you see him leaning with his back against the wall, arms folded. "Wondering when you were gonna show up," he smirks, his gaze following you as you rest against the opposite wall. 
"You knew I'd follow you?" 
"Hm," he grins, nodding cutely. "Kinda counting on it. Why are you being so hard to get, draga?"
"Me?" you reply, your tone sounding offended. "No, that's you,"
"Nuh-uh," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "What's with all these games?"
"I'm not playing games, P. I don't-- I don't like games," you say sincerely, eyes softening. 
"With Steve back there," he points with his head, nodding backwards.
"We were just talking... he seemed sad," you speak sweetly, trying to reassure him. 
"Really?" he asks, his eyes sweetly widen as he straightens from the wall. "You're not just saying that?" slowly making his way over to you.
"Yeah, I mean it. I don't like him in that way," 
"Then who do you like?" he asks suggestively, standing a foot away. 
"Who do you like?" you tease, trying to coax him into answering first.
"You're so stubborn, draga," he grins as his hands reach for your face, cupping around your cheeks. He leans forward slightly, kissing the tip of your nose. Whispering. "You."
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justice-maul · 1 year
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13. Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff x Top Male Reader
Request: 13 x male reader, please 🙏
Author Note: I wanna rail him so bad like at this point it’s a need, so why not write about it instead? Btw I’ve seen almost nothing about this man being submissive or a bottom, like come on look at him! He would be the best sub/bottom
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Warning(s)⚠: Sub Pietro, hand job, marking, making out, p in a, no condom (wrap it before you tap it guys), breeding, and begging
Pietro and you had just come back from a mission, the mission itself was successful but you two were exhausted and all you wanted was a nice shower to help
“I’m exhausted I’m gonna take a shower,”
“Can I join you?”
That was all it took for you and him to end up in this situation, naked in the shower in the middle of making out with him under the running water.
Your knee was in between his legs as he was pressed against the wall, his arms loosely wrapped around your neck and yours in his hair as you held his waist pushing him against you even further
He breathlessly moaned into your mouth as you gripped his hair harder feeling his muscles with your other hand rubbing the soap over his torso as you kissed him messily, his hands were wrapped tightly around your neck pulling you flush against his body
Shower sex wasn’t an uncommon thing with Pietro but this was filled with more need as you both helplessly grabbed and fondles any part of each other’s body you could as you made out slowly rubbing your tongues together heatedly
Your hand moved to his cock slowly pumping it causing him to gasp making him break the kiss and throw his head back in ecstasy as you sped up your hand rubbing his tip that’s already turned red from the lack of attention a whine threatening to fall from his lips with your loose hold on his cock
You kissed his neck pressing marks on his pale skin, the gentle nipping soon turning to heated bites your loose hold growing more firm causing him to groan, silent begs falling from his lips as he bites down on already bruised lips panting pathetically
“Please…. Just stop teasing me, I want you to fuck me already…”
Pietro was always a tease but can never handle what he dishes out as you just wait still pumping his cock as you gently nip his earlobe and finally the whine that’s been begging to fall finally passes through his lips, it’s begging, needy, and helpless. Exactly how you liked it as you throw his leg over your shoulder
As he realized you were finally gonna stop teasing him his begs and whines increased of “I want your cock so bad,” or “Please give it to me…” with his thick accent prominent before your wet member finally entered his hole a sudden moan escaped his throat as you slowly pushed yourself in
Thanks to his flexibility you were able to push further into him, his raised thigh touching his dripping chest now as you bottomed out you pressed your foreheads together as the running hot water continued to soak you both before finally slamming your hips against him
“Oh~ p-please… do it again,”
You gave in slamming your hips against him, hitting his prostate dead on this time causing him to whimper as more precum from his leaking cock spilled onto his abdomen you leaned in breathlessly as you shared a messy kiss as you fucked into his hole
“That’s so good… it feels so good inside me,”
He moaned against your lips as you slipped your tongue inside his mouth moving it around his mouth and rubbing it sensually as he tightened around your cock whimpering into your mouth as you drank his moans in which only encouraged you more to pound into him faster stretching out his warm hole as it enveloped your cock
“Harder, please…!”
He begged as you gripped his thigh harder fucking into him rougher which he only liked more, his face looking completely ruined in the best way possible as his jaw fell slack, his hand reached for his own cock pumping as fast as he could in sync with your harsh movements against his body
“So desperate arent you? How cute, but I want you to only come from my cock and nothing else. Maybe then ill reward you,”
You pushed his hand away from his cock as he let out a choked sob his hands gripping your shoulders to the point where his fingernails were digging into your skin as you pounded his puffy pink hole feeling yourself come near your high as the warm feeling gathered inside of you clouding your thoughts
As you feel your own cock twitch you shove yourself deeper inside him making him let out a desperate moan as he came with the feeling of you spilling your load inside of him, you two stay pressed against each other for a while with your forehead against his, your breaths mixing together as you try to catch them
“Thank you…”
He said in a hoarse voice, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you chuckled pulling your cock out and watching as the cum trickled out his clenched hole before putting down his leg and sweetly pecking his lips
“You did good, now about that reward…”
A teasing smirk spread on your lips as he immediately perked up the energy practically vibrating off of him as he was ready to go again, the stamina of a speedster, you thought to yourself as you lifted him and pushed him against the shower glass ready for another round, neither of you planning to stop anytime soon.
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local-crying-boy · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 1-4
Pietro Maximoff x F!Reader
(Day 1-4 because I missed the first four days…)
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➪ Prompt(s): Pegging, tit-fucking, hate sex, rimming
➪ Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader
➪ Genre: angst, smut
➪ Warnings: Mature themes, sex, pegging, tit-fucking, rimming, swearing, death threats, submissive reader, dominant Pietro, unprotected sex, fingering
➪ Summary: After a mission gone wrong, you snap at Pietro and something unexpected happens…
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You were absolutely furious with none other than Pietro Maximoff, he never listened to you, never did as he was told and always took risks on missions. You had complained to Rogers and, well, the entire team, and requested to stop going on missions with him. Of course, though, they didn’t really do anything nor care all that much.
You were almost in a murderous rage, Pietro Maximoff had been getting on your nerves since he came to stay in the Avengers Compound with his twin sister. You felt bad for him, of course, but he was still an annoying prick.
As soon as you came back to the Avengers Compound, you started muttering to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. You turned to Pietro and opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again and groaned quietly.
“You know you could have gotten killed?!” You asked, voice raised as you turned to face him again. “You could have gotten us both killed!” You started mumbling under your breath again.
“You didn’t tell me to stay!” Pietro argued.
You stepped closer to him, getting in his face as you raised your voice at him, almost yelling. “I told you not to go!”
You huffed quietly. “For God’s sake, Maximoff, you listen to the primary on the mission. You listen to me! And what do you do? You ignore my orders, you get us in dangerous situations! I swear to God I am going to kill you! You-”
At that moment, Pietro grabbed your arms and pressed his lips against yours. For that small moment, it felt like bliss, despite the fact that you absolutely hated the man.
“Shut up.” Pietro growled quietly, his Sokovian accent thick and melodious, when his lips parted from yours. “All this complaining… It is none stop.”
You looked up at him, glaring at him. “How will you learn to stop being an idiot?”
Pietro shrugged ever so slightly, leaning closer to your face, a small scowl. “Do you ever stop complaining, L/N?”
You scowled at him, scoffing quietly. Your eyes glanced down to his lips, you were furious with the man, but, oh, how soft his lips were and how good he kissed. Now you saw what all the fuss was about with all the women Pietro dated or, well, slept with.
“You’re so fucking annoying, Maximoff.” You growled, looking up at him with spite.
“Again… the complaining.” Pietro mumbled, annoyance in his voice. “You just never stop. Chatter, chatter, chatter.”
You rolled your eyes, an almost silent scoff escaped your mouth. “And you are not worse than me?”
Pietro laughed out lightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his voice. “At least I don’t complain all the time.”
“At least I do my missions correctly.” You snapped back, staring up at him with sharp eyes.
Pietro gave a small grin, though he didn’t look all the amused, shaking his head. “Shut up.”
“You shut up.” You glared at him.
”Make me, L/N.” Pietro grinned.
And with those simple words, you clashed your lips with his, chasing a small noise of surprise on his face. The kiss had lasted a long, euphoric few moments, with Pietro pushing you up against the wall with his hands on your waist.
A certain noise escaped his mouth, a growl, a certain noise that went straight to your stomach. With hands moving to his silver hair, pulling at it gently, you gasped ever so quietly.
He really was a good kisser.
“I thought you hated me.” The speedster said with a cocky laugh, lips breaking from yours, but lingering by yours, teasing.
You stared at him, short breaths escaping your parted lips. “I do hate you.”
Pietro gave a small shrug, head moving slightly away as his eyes moved away from yours for a few moments, looking back at you with a stupid smirk, he seemed unbothered by the fact. “Fine by me.”
You shook your head, murmuring a curses under your breath, grabbing the back of his head and closing the gap between you and his lips once more. He was almost shocked by this, one of his hand moving away from your waist, moving to the wall so he didn’t completely crush you against the wall.
One of your hands remained in his dyed hair, while the other moved down to his neck, ensuring that he was staying connected to your mouth. You weren’t stopping this anytime soon.
It took Pietro a millisecond to decide that he didn’t want you in the landing room, he wanted you to himself. No distractions. No other Avengers. No S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. You gasped quietly when you felt the wind blowing in your hair, confused as to why you were now laid down on a bed. That was when you realised, the tricky bastard used his speed.
“Do you ever warn someone before running off with them?” You scowled, scoffing at his actions.
He only rolled his eyes at you. “Do you want this or not?”
You were silent, then you rolled your eyes, shaking you head before murmuring under your breath. “Just c’ere.”
He laughed lightly, leaning down onto the bed with his hands either side of your head, kissing you deeply, almost harshly. Your hands snaked around his neck, legs parted so that he was resting just in between them, your knees up to his ribs.
Just a few, short moments after he blessed you with his lips on yours, he broke the kiss, starting to attack your neck with sloppy kisses and nibbles. With eyes fluttering closed and small, sharp breaths escaping your delicate lips, Pietro’s hands snaked up to your ribs, keeping you in the place he exactly wanted you at.
Your hands went to his shirt, his stupid blue shirt, lifting it upwards to reveal his toned body. No words were exchanged as his lips broke away from your now purple neck, lifting his shirt over his head to show his pecks and abs. You’d seen his muscular body more than once because of training and, yet, it seemed that everyone it only got better.
He threw his shirt someplace in his room, his hands moving to his belt as he quickly undid it. With this quick freedom, your hands moved to undress your upper half of clothing, revealing your black bra, before taking that off and leaving it somewhere in the room you’d leave to future you to find.
Pietro set aside only a few minutes to check out your now exposed upper half, he had a stupid little smirk on his face, and he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself.
Although, when those quick seconds were done, he started to move to his trousers, undoing them swiftly while you did the same to your cargo pants. You slid off your pants, taking your underwear with them and pushed them to the side as Pietro did the same with his own trousers and boxers.
He grinned slightly, he then leaned down and started to kiss your collarbone, one hand pressed on your thigh as the other played with your nipple. Quiet and gentle moans left your mouth, a hand moving just to the side of Pietro’s chest, just above his ribs. His smooth hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh, a small thing that made your insides twist and your pussy wet.
The sweet, beautiful, melodic sounds that were coming from your mouth were quick to get Pietro hard, his cock pressing up against you stomach. With the feeling of his dick pressed up against your stomach, safe to say, made your heart pound harder and harder, with the addition off liquid that leaked from your pussy.
Pietro lips moved away from your collarbone, moving to the breast he hadn’t been playing around with. His mouth engulfed your boob, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as he pressed rough kisses on it. He made small humming sounds against your breast, causing the vibrations to spread across your entire body, a light moan escaping your lips.
The speedster, once decided that he gave enough attention to the first nipple, moved onto the one he’d been playing with, planting a kiss on it before his lips were parted from it. His tongue kept up its movements for an equal amount of time he spent of the other one, before he had enough and decided to try something.
He positioned himself so that his cock was able to easily slide in between your now saliva covered tits, you gave him a questionable look. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck your tits.” He grinned, his casual voice while saying something you’d never thought he’d ever say to you caused a breath to catch in your throat.
You didn’t say much more, only a small nod of acknowledgment as Pietro slide his hardened cock in between your wet breasts. A small groan escaped his lips as his eyes closed for only a split second, his facial expressions causing you to almost be in a hypnotic state.
His hips moved back and fourth in a continued rhythm, groans and gasps on pleasure escaping his mouth, his cock growing wetter with precum more and more by the second. The way his lips parted when his low pitched groans hit your ears, the way his hair fell in front of his face when he watched his cock slide in between your boobs, it was all causing you to grow wetter by the second.
He thrusted his hips into your breasts a few more times before he started to get more and more faster with his movements, his cock pulsing as his breathing became more laboured and shallow. His head was low, watching as his cock pulsed and grew wet, loving how it looked in between your wet tits.
He let out a final groan as his thrusts became sloppy and slower, his white, thick liquid spilling out of his cock and spreading across your chest. He started to regain his breathing quickly, watching as you breathed heavily, a certain look in your eyes.
He stared at your shunning eyes, his smirk returning as he moved away from his position, moving your legs so that they were resting on top of his shoulders. His lips started to kiss your inner thighs, biting lightly on them ever so often to try and get those reactions out of you again.
Reactions he did get, you squeezed your thighs slightly together when he bit down on your inner thighs, moans escaping your lips as your eyes closed from the pleasure you were receiving.
You opened your eyes for a moment, you tutted quietly. “Maximoff, are you going to use me to pleasure yourself or actually let me feel something?”
He rolled his eyes at your statement. “You’ll see what I do.”
You repeated his words under your breath in confused. “What the hell do you- Oh…”
Your words were cut off by a quick, louder moan. Pietro’s tongue had entered your ass, licking it lightly as he ate you out. Your back arched, a new sensation you’d never felt before causing you pleasure you’d never think you’d enjoy before.
“Oh… shit…” You mumbled under your breath, your breathing becoming laboured as your hands gripped into Pietro’s hair.
You felt the small chuckle come from Pietro’s lips, causing a vibration through your body which just resulted in you letting another moan. Quiet and reserved moans were quickly switching into louder, shameless sounds, both you and Pietro could not care less about how much noise you were making.
Pietro, nor you, were extremely happy that the you had not been penetrated yet. Pietro needed his dick to be stimulated by something else, and you needed something inside of you. So, Pietro moved his lips away from your ass and pushed your legs off of his shoulders. He positioned himself, still in between your legs, and moved your legs so that they were around his waist.
He leaned over you and positioned his cock to your ass, before he pushed in slowly, causing a sharp breath to be taken in by both of you. One of the speedster’s hands moved so that his fingers slid inside of your desperate, soaked pussy, he started to slowly stimulate it. You laid your head back into the pillow, moaning out as his fingers did wonders on your pussy.
“Oh, yes…” You moaned out, hands moving to Pietro’s hard biceps.
Pietro only prided himself in your noises, he groaned out. “That’s it… yeah, oh, that’s it…”
Then, when Pietro thought was the right time, he started to move his cock in and out of your backside slowly, groaning as he did. You squeezed your eyes shut, loud whines and moans escaping from the sensation of his cock in your ass and his fingers pleasuring your wet pussy.
Pietro, despite his fast nature, kept up the slow pace, knowing that he should let you get used to the feeling of his thick dick in your ass, as much as he wanted to ruin you into oblivion. His low moans and groans were torture for you, all you needed was something inside of you, something that could easily slide in and out. You needed him to ruin you, just as he wanted.
Moments that were immensely pleasant for the both of you passed, which was when Pietro decided to start to get faster and harder with his movements, his hips pulling backwards before snapping back towards your ass, fingers started to finger you deeper.
It was not long before the two of you were a thing of entangled limps and moaning and groaning messes. Pietro’s sliver hair was falling in his face, grunts escaping his lips as he snapped his hips into you harder and harder. You were left with an arched back, head thrown back in the pillow, hands gripping at Pietro’s arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you positively.
“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, vision starting to get blurry as your legs started to shake. “Oh, God- Oh.. oh!”
Pietro groaned out, eyes closing for a few moments. “Shit… I’m going to-”
“Me… fuck, too…” You mumbled out.
And right you were, both of you released with a loud moan. Your back arched into Pietro chest, eyes squeezing shut with your mouth agape as your wet liquids covered Pietro’s fingers. Pietro let out a groan as his cock released inside of your ass.
Only a few seconds later, Pietro pulled his cock out of you and slowly slipped his fingers out of your pussy, and panting quietly, he laid beside you. You rested a hand on top of your chest, feeling Pietro’s previous release on there.
“I’m using your shower first.” You decided quickly.
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Masterlist
Pietro Maximoff Masterlist
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