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sebsbarnes · 5 months

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masterlist

works under each character are oldest to newest

last updated on 4/6/24

requests, ideas, n asks are always welcomed, here

tangerine; bullet train

co-workers ➛ angst, fluff

summary: "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago." warnings: language, violence, fighting, injuries, blood, weapons word count: 3.4k+

confessions most popular! ➛ fluff

summary: "you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know. warnings: mention of a gun, injuries, blood word count: 1.1k+

the days you meet my fav! ➛ fluff, angsty plot twist

summary: tangerine was feeling the same way. he ran his tongue across his teeth thinking of the way your laugh sounded like a symphony. he shook his head a bit thinking it was wild to even say such things about, truly, a stranger. warnings: none! word count: 2.5k+

a ghost ➛ angst

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out OR! ex lovers see each other for the first time warnings: none! word count: 700+

lover girl ➛ angst, comfort, fluff-ish

summary: tangerine saves you from an awful date, cliche realizing feelings afterwards warnings: mentions of killing, language, talks of insecurities word count: 2k+

jealousy

summary: he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle. warnings: mildly toxic dynamic, semi-suggestive (no descriptions) word count: 900+

apologizes ➛ angst, comfort

summary: you voice your concerns about tangerine's profession, to which he doesn't take kindly warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, drinking, nothing bad at all word count: 1.5k+

love and grief

summary: you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner. warnings: death, violence, injuries, language word count: 2.4k+

come here

summary: REQUEST! can you do a drabble where tangerine goes to the bathroom and sends the reader a text that says "come here." warnings: 18+!! word count: 500+

psychopomp ➛ angst

summary: it was that moment, underneath the streetlight, that tangerine knew he had no choice but to love you warnings: death, dying, anxiety word count: 1.6k+

a new year

summary: REQUEST! new year’s eve party with tangerine warnings: smoking word count: 800+

friend or foe

alternate continuation to 'the days you meet' summary: REQUEST! where lemon goes to the cafe a few weeks later and talks with reader, they notice lemon wearing tangerine's necklace. reader is also a contract killer and thinks that lemon killed tangerine. warnings: guns word count: 1.1k+

seduction

summary: REQUEST! reader is interacting with another guy in a mission and tangerine gets super jealous warnings: none i believe, making the other person jealous word count: 1.8k+

headrest ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! reader falls asleep on tangerine's shoulder on the train home after a mission warnings: none word count: 700+

13 weeks ➛ fluff

summary: it was a quiet night when the walls of your apartment learned that the two of you had fallen for the other warnings: none word count: 800

high school headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you and the twins are a trio and they are protective of you warnings: the slightest description of someone being a bully

new friends, new love ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! ladybug ditches you at a work event to chat to lemon while you occupy an unsociable tangerine warnings: mentions of injury word count: 1.3k+

bar fight

summary: REQUEST! tangerine intervenes when the creep at the bar puts his hands on you warnings: harassment, fighting word count: 1.6k+

sunlight ➛ tooth rotting fluff

summary: REQUEST! you take advantage of the empty beach after a mission much to tangerine's initial dismay OR! though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms. warnings: none word count: 1.1k+

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you call tangerine after two men follow you from the station to different stores warnings: talks of stalking, nothing descriptive

scarlet flags

summary: you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me warnings: suggestive- minimal descriptions, toxic situationship word count: 860+

inked

summary: tattoo artist!tangerine; you meet tangerine's friends for the first time warnings: language word count: 1.7k+

tangerine has a soft spot for reader

summary: REQUEST! tangerine has a soft spot and dynamic similar to him and lemon with reader warnings: none

too sweet

summary: tangerine is strong and bitter, much like a neat whiskey but you were sweet, like an aged wine, and he wasn't use to that. warnings: none word count: 1.2k+

letters to a loved one

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered. warnings: angst word count: 1.4k

a house is not a home

summary: for months now you lived two separate lives. existing on two completely different orbits, the distance between you growing into lightyears warnings: angst, lovers to strangers word count: 930+

pietro maximoff; marvel

hole in the wall

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him. warnings: fighting, none rlly?? word count: 5k+

phantom pain ➛ angst, comfort

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been warnings: insecurities, none really?? word count: 2.9k+

vincent renzi; anatomy of a fall

reassured

summary: the presence of an old flame causes vincent to reassure you warnings: none! word count: 370+

enticed

summary: vincent can't help but struggle through work with you as the prosecutor warnings: none word count: 645

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toothfa-1-ry · 1 month

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I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IT P.M

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.

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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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

wc || 1k

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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icompletelysawthatcoming · 1 year

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Summary: Pietro and you wake up in bed together after a long night, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Morning Sex. She-Her Reader, Dom Pietro. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising. Stark Reader. Smut With No Plot.

A smooth hand was slowly stroking her naked body, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, over her stomach and hip before reaching back up, nails dragging across her skin.

She cracked one eye open, smirking to yourself, feeling oddly satisfied. She pushed yourself against the hand and a chuckle roamed against her back as he pressed himself against her from behind.

“Morning, sunshine,” she breathed, moaning softly as his fingers gripped her chest, his digits stroking her flesh.

“You too, принцесса.” He growled back, “Wish to relive last night?” he rasped into her ear, his velvety morning voice sending a jolt of arousal through her. She hummed, rolling on onto her back and grasping at his shoulder to get him on top of her.

She was met by a pair of sparkling, blue eyes, the corners of his mouth crinkled as he smiled at her. She licked your lips and lead him closer, their lips brushing against one another.

His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, pulling her into passion as his hands instinctively slid down to her hips.

The rustling of panicked footsteps echoed through the corridors, but she was deafened by the sounds of Pietro purring into her ear as he rubbed his hips against hers.

She moaned and arched into him, eager to get him inside. He hummed and gave her a look, seeking permission. “Be gentle. I'm still sore from your little stunt last night,” she whispered against his cheek, placing a small kiss there. Pietro chuckled.

“I wouldn't exactly call it little,” he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back while she brought her face to his and sucked on his neck. He groaned and lined himself up at her entrance.

He let himself slip in carefully, just like she requested. A loud moan left her lips as swooned once he filled her completely. Her insides twisted as she struggled to keep breathing at a regular pace.

“Mhm, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling,” Pietro moaned as he slowly stroke her walls, savoring each movement. One hand rested on the back of her neck while the other strongly grasped her hip, his thrusts getting more desperate.

Her eyelids rested while her eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her, not giving a damn about what was happening beyond those four walls. She just focused on him, digging a hand into his messy hair and the other gripping strong enough against his back to leave a mark.

He increased the pace and their thrusts matched one another's perfectly, on a melody only the two could hear. He bit his lips to keep his voice down, as there were several booming voices in the corridor. Y/n, however, couldn't.

The doors of her room bursted opened, but Pietro ignored it, even fastening his thrusting. She gripped at his shoulders, looking over them at her father standing at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open.

She buried her face into Pietro’s neck to hide away her embarrassment, but she couldn't push it away. Neither could she help it when she moaned — very loud — when she reached her high, pleasure overwhelming her in a breathtaking orgasm.

His juices dripped down her thighs as he came too, panting in her ear as her chest heaved. She squeaked at the sight of her father, his hands on his hips and a frown on his forehead. “Get your dick out of my daughter,” he hissed.

Pietro jumped at the voice and grabbed onto Y/n, the two rolling completely off the bed with the blankets on top of them.

Then Wanda came bursting through the doors. “Oh, Pietro! There you are! We’ve been looki—!' She realized what she walked in on, her brother and Y/n both looking at her from over the bed. “… Oh my.” She murmured, turning around and walking out.

Tony continued to glare at Y/n. “You, young lady, are grounded.” Her face went from bright red to ghostly pale as she gasped. Pietro kissed her lips and gave her an assuring nod.

“Can you ground me too?” He taunted at her father.

“Enough!” Tony said, a little panicked. “Both of you, out of bed and get dressed and make sure I'll never see that again!”

“Not sorry, and please leave us, Stark. We have to get dressed.” Pietro said. Tony nodded, already calming although he was still pulling his own hair out. “After we showered.” Pietro added with a sly grin.

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

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luvmattmurdock · 5 months

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perfect sense series masterlist; pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x stark!reader

“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”

word count; 8.6k (not complete)

main masterlist. taglist.

part 1 You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out.

part 2 "What is it supposed to be? Its purpose, I mean." "Ultron will be a program to promote world peace"

part 3 “Goodbye printsessa.” And he left with his superhuman speed, leaving a blue and silver aura.

part 4 You realised his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at you, which frustrated you even more because if he wasn’t so stupid maybe you could’ve banged him.

part 5 "Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker." He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hello Angel! Could I pretty please request how do you think Pietro Maximoff would give hugs

Hugs with Pietro Maximoff

Depends how much time he has. If he is needed on a mission then Pietro hugs you fast but really tight. You feel the pressure and warmth of him around you when you least expect it but you melt into it for those few seconds of warmth. He always gives you many hugs right before he needs to go, even if the mission will take a short time he will miss you all that time so he needs to get a good hug quota in.

When Pietro can afford to take it slow he almost massages his way to your lower back as he hugs you, his body buzzing with excitement of the way your breath hitches, the way he can feel it now, the way he can melt into you now.

Pietro loves both versions of hugs, one offers quantity and the other offers a lot more duration of body closeness. If he could combine both he could but he can't control time with his speed unfortunately. His heart beats so fast when you're the one who pulls him into a hug, pull him against your chest and whisper to him to slow down and take a break.

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marvellover76 · 3 months

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Wanda, whispering to Pietro: Tell them they look pretty.

Pietro: You look pretty...

Y/n: What did you say?

Pietro: Uh, I said you look shitty! Goodnight Y/n!

Wanda:...*what the fuck*

#Source: i had it but I forgot 😭#this is so funny to me for no reason #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #wanda x y/n #avengers incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 1 year

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Leave Me In The Deep End (One-Shot)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you decide to get your own back with the hot bartender you work with.

Lifeguard!Reader x Bartender!Pietro

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5613

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mcximffs @noz4a2 @rottenstyx @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

Taglist info.

Update: There's now a sequel.

Notes:

Warnings for cheating (reader's boyfriend), non-consensual groping (a random creep, not Pietro), jealousy, alcohol, tipsy sex, explicit smut, reader has a cat, Pietro is a player with a heart of gold Also I'm sorry if you or any of your loved ones are called Andy.

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The smells of chlorine and sunscreen were heavy in the air. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose, and tried to resist the urge to readjust the straps of your bathing suit for the hundredth time.

It was part of the gig. You had to wear the uniform regulation swimsuit, which was tight and red and squeezed you in all the wrong places. At least you were allowed to wear shorts. The high up lifeguard chair made you feel like some kind of art exhibit, and like the patrons of the resort were paying money to ogle you. They kind of were. Some of them, at least.

You did your best to ignore the stares of middle aged, half-naked men, and turned your attention back to the pool. That was what you were here for, after all. You didn’t notice Pietro until he was standing at the bottom of the steps up to your seat, holding a colourful looking drink aloft.

You tried to wave him away. “I’m on duty.”

“It’s virgin, I promise.” He gave you a flirtatious half-smile, and you rolled her eyes. “You looked bored. I thought you could use a distraction.”

He was one of the resort’s bartenders. Their uniform was slightly more conservative than yours – a tight vest and swim shorts – but still showed off the muscular shape of his arms.

You huffed out a laugh. “I’m a lifeguard. I’m not allowed to get distracted.”

He was undeniably hot. If you were single, you might’ve considered it, but his overt flirtation with seemingly every young woman who crossed his path was off-putting. He was a player, and you weren’t the kind of girl who enjoyed casual sex. You liked intimacy, and stability, and you didn’t think that Pietro could provide you with that.

Besides, you had a boyfriend.

“Relax, prinţesă.” He reached up and set the drink down on the arm of your chair. “There isn’t even anyone in the pool right now.”

Sure enough, the two middle aged women you had been watching do laps were in the process of climbing up the pool ladder.

“I’m not your prinţesă,” you said, but there was no heat in your tone. It was an affectionate nickname he’d had for you ever since you joined the resort. You had assumed it was something he called every girl he was trying to get into bed, but his sister Wanda, who worked at the reception desk, assured you that that one was just for you.

You took a sip of the drink. It was ice cold, sweet and fruity, and precisely what you needed.

“You could be, if you wanted.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes, faux-shy.

You lightly kicked him in the shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, you lech.”

“I could be your boyfriend too, if you wanted.”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted. “Like you would settle down. I’ve seen the way you chase tail up and down this resort, and this town. No thank you.”

For a split second, Pietro’s face fell. You almost missed it. Then he composed himself, smirking again. “Suit yourself. The offer is on the table.” You rolled your eyes.

At that, he left you alone. You sipped at the drink he’d made you, trying to savour it. It really was delicious. You were going to have to ask him for the recipe.

When you finished it, he brought you a second one, unasked. By that time, the pool was getting busier again, so he didn’t stop for a chat. You couldn’t help but feel a little bereft. As much as you discouraged his flirting, you did enjoy talking to him.

Your buttocks were starting to go numb from sitting in one place for too long. That wasn’t good. It was important to stay limber and ready to spring into action. You stood up, stretched, and made your way down the steps to stand by the edge of the pool.

You surveyed the scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything that needed your attention. A group of kids were playing a game at one end, and there were a few adults doing laps. You watched a young woman swim over to the edge of the pool to take a sip of a drink that she’d left there.

Before she could swim away again, you waved at her to get her attention. “No food or drink in the pool.”

She looked as though she might argue, but instead, she just grumbled as she climbed out and took her drink over to one of the sun loungers.

You turned back to the pool, and as you did so, a warm hand touched your bare lower back. Instinctively, you flinched away, turning to see a shirtless middle-aged man staring at you.

"You’re the lifeguard, are you? Do you give private swimming lessons?” He leered at you. You tried to step back, but his hand had shifted to cup your backside.

“Don’t touch me,” you squeaked, stumbling away from him. He raised his hands as if in surrender, like you were somehow overreacting to his groping you.

“Hey!” Your head whipped around and you saw Pietro stalking towards the two of you, hands clenched into fists.

“Woah, hey,” said the man, turning to Pietro now, “this is just a misunderstanding.”

“No misunderstanding,” Pietro spat. “I saw what you did. Security is on their way.”

“Pietro…” It was only then that you noticed how much you were trembling.

“Yeah?” You had meant to tell him that it was fine, it didn’t matter. But then he turned to look at you, his expression softening, and your words died in your throat.

“Thank you.”

“I think this is all being blown out of proportion,” said the man nervously. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean-” As he spoke, he put a hand on your shoulder, perhaps to try and seem friendly, but Pietro was on him in an instant, pushing him away from you. He stood in front of you, shoulders squared as he glared at the man.

“What’s going on here?” came a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned to see your manager Natasha, flanked by security guards Steve and Bucky.

You exhaled, your eyes nervously flicking from Pietro to Nat. “He- He-” Your throat felt very dry. The words wouldn’t come.

“He groped her,” Pietro supplied, and Nat’s eyebrows shot up.

“Is that true?” she asked you. You nodded, hesitantly. “Take him back to his room,” she said to Steve and Bucky. “Help him pack up his stuff, and then remove him from the site.”

The man began to protest, but Nat started to talk about the possibility of pressing charges, which shut him right up. You glanced over your shoulder, and found that most of the people in the pool were looking at you now. Your cheeks felt hot. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself.

“Are you okay?” asked Pietro.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m okay,” because you thought you might start crying.

“How much time do you have left of your shift?” asked Nat.

You checked your watch. “Two hours.”

She nodded. “We can close the pool for two hours if you want to head home.”

You shook your head. “I- I can’t. I don’t want the pool to be closed because of me.”

Nat opened her mouth, but Pietro got there first. “I can cover the rest of her shift. I’m lifeguard-trained too, and my bar shift just ended.”

Nat looked from him to you and back. “Are you sure?”

“It’s no problem.”

“Thanks, Piet,” you said, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a quick hug. He didn’t have time to react before you’d pulled away again. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

In the locker room, you changed hurriedly from your uniform into some comfy clothes. Even though it was hot, you put a hoody on. Being fully covered made you feel a little better.

Your apartment was walking distance from resort, and by the time you got home, you were sweating. So preoccupied were you as you walked through the door that you didn’t notice how quickly your boyfriend, Andy, emerged from your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“You’re home early,” he said, almost accusatorily.

“I had a bad day.” Your breath hitched as you spoke.

He frowned. “Why don’t you have a shower and then we can talk about it?”

“…Right.” You made your way over to your bedroom, but found Andy blocking your way.

“Where are you going?”

“To dump my stuff in my room?” you said, forehead creasing.

“Here, let me do that, you go shower,” he said, trying to take your bag from your hands, but you held fast.

“I know I’m sweaty but I didn’t think I smelled that bad.” You had intended for it to be a joke, but it caught in your throat, making you swallow hard, and then tears were pricking at your eyes. “There was this guy at work – some creep – and he grabbed my ass.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Andy was still just staring at you, mouth agape, so you continued. “So Nat let me go early. I was worried about it but then Pietro offered to cover my shift-” Andy wrinkled his nose, stopping you in your tracks. “What?”

“Pietro.”

“What about him?” You were, admittedly, being deliberately dense. You knew that Andy didn’t like Pietro. Andy was a lifeguard too, so he knew Pietro pretty well. You understood why he didn’t like him, but right now, it wasn’t what you wanted him to be focused on.

“You know he likes you. He’s just white-knighting to try and get into your pants.”

“That’s what you’re taking away from this story?! Your girlfriend gets groped at work and all you care about is who stepped in to help her?!”

“No, that’s not-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You tried to step around him to get to your room, but he threw out his hand again, blocking your path. “What is your problem?”

“Uh…I just think we should talk about this now.”

“I’m going to shower.” He didn’t move, so you pushed past him.

“Wait-”

But you were already opening your bedroom door. A half-naked blonde woman stared back at you, mouth agape, as if you had just barged into her bedroom, rather than your own.

Your bag slipped through your fingers, landing with a heavy thud on the ground between your feet.

“Who the fuck are you?” you asked. She just gaped at you.

“Baby, I can explain,” said Andy, putting his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off aggressively.

“Save it. Get dressed and get out,” you snapped at the woman, before turning to Andy again. “And you, don’t fucking touch me. Get out of my fucking apartment.”

“Baby, can’t we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” You kept your voice level. “You were fucking another woman in my bed. There’s nothing you can say.”

He tried to speak, but you stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You leant against it and closed your eyes. Now, when tears blurred your vision, you didn’t fight them. This had been a fucking awful day. You didn’t move from your position until you heard the front door close.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the shower and stripped out of your clothes. The water was hot enough to burn away your sadness, leaving only your anger.

It was the audacity of the thing that got to you the most. This was your apartment. Andy had his own place, but he spent most of his time at yours. If he was sneaking around with another woman, he could’ve done it in his own bed, but he felt bold enough to do it at yours.

That implied to you that this had been going on a while. The spiciness of the affair had been wearing off, so he had rekindled it by doing it in your bed, where the risk of getting caught was much higher. And he’d had the audacity to complain about Pietro? As if you had been cheating on him? Every accusation was a confession.

You stayed in the shower, seething, until the hot water ran out. You replayed the argument you’d had with Andy over and over in your head, thinking of different things you could’ve said. You wished you’d said something more substantial than just telling him to get out.

As you stood in your towel, staring at the mirror, cogs in your head began to turn. You didn’t need Andy. What you needed was a stiff drink and good cry. And a good fuck.

Your mind went to Pietro, the pretty bartender who so clearly wanted you. He was kind too. You didn’t have faith in the long term prospects – you would be just another notch in his bedpost – but you were sure he knew how to get you off.

With this new resolve, you dressed yourself in a low-cut dress and chunky heels. You put on far make-up than you usually did. The overall effect was exactly what you were aiming for: slutty. You hoped that Pietro would appreciate it.

You checked your watch. Your shift was nearly over, which means that Pietro would be leaving the resort soon. You needed to get over there before he did. Speedily refilling your cat’s food and water bowls, you called an Uber.

You made it to the resort five minutes before your shift was due to end. Positioning yourself against the wall outside the locker room, you waited for Pietro.

You noticed him before he noticed you. Although he didn’t have a lifeguard uniform, he had taken his shirt off, and a whistle was hanging around his neck. It was resting on the smooth, pale skin between his pecs. When he saw you, he did a double take.

“What are you doing back here?” he asked. His eyes darted down to your cleavage for a split second, and then back up to your face.

“Do you wanna go out for a drink?”

“I…” He blinked at you. “What?”

“I just found out that my boyfriend of four years has been cheating on me for God knows how long. So do you wanna go get a drink?”

He stared at you. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Don’t make me wait too long,” you said, dropping your voice into a sultry tone. “I might get bored and wander off.”

He disappeared into the locker room and re-emerged seven minutes later, dressed in a tight-blue t-shirt and jeans. His hair was dripping wet, and he smelled of cologne.

“I know a place, further down the beach,” he said. “They do good cocktails.”

You looped your arm through his. His bicep was firm under your hand. “Lead the way.”

When you reached the beach, you had to remove your shoes, because you didn’t trust your ability to walk in heels. The sand was warm and pleasant between your toes.

Pietro was uncharacteristically quiet as you walked down the beach together. He had always been flirtatious with you, but now that you were practically throwing yourself at him, he didn’t have anything to say. It was enough to make you doubt yourself. Maybe he’d never really been interested in you at all. Maybe he just liked to flirt, and since you had a boyfriend, he could flirt with you with no risk of it going any further.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, prinţesă?” asked Pietro, noticing the drawn expression on your face.

“N-nothing,” you stammered, all semblance of suaveness forgotten. “I’m just nervous, I guess. Overthinking.”

“There’s no need to be nervous, prinţesă. It’s just me.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

Maybe this was a terrible idea. You had never been one for casual hook-ups. What if all he wanted was a one-night stand and he left you wanting more? You tried to push that thought down. You would cross that bridge when you came to it.

Pietro led you to a little bar on the beach. You let him order for you, so he returned with two glasses of what he informed you was Sex on the Beach. He winked at you as he said it, and you felt some of the pressure release in your chest.

You clinked your glass against his and then took a long sip of the drink. Setting it down, you felt Pietro’s hand on your wrist. He smoothed his fingers over the skin of your palm, coaxing you into letting him hold your hand.

“Why did you invite me out tonight, prinţesă?”

“I already told you, my boyfriend-”

“I don’t mean that.” He shook his head. “I mean why me? Surely you have lots of friends you could be lamenting with right now.”

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words just slipped out. You had meant to say something along the lines of ‘because you’re hot’ or ‘because I want you to put your tongue inside me’, but instead, you said beautiful. Pietro’s cheeks were turning particularly rosy, which was gratifying, at least. “And you’re kind to me. You protected me earlier, when that guy was being a creep.”

“Anyone would’ve done that,” he said, looking down at his drink. “I’m just the person who was there.”

“Bullshit.”

“If you say so.”

“I don’t know if Andy would’ve done anything.” That was probably an unfair assessment. He probably would’ve done something, but he would’ve been angry for the wrong reasons. “When I told him what happened he seemed more upset that you were the one who rescued me than he was that someone had groped me. He always felt threatened by you. Like he was afraid I was going to cheat on him with you.”

Pietro huffed out a laugh. “Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah. Fuck him.”

As you moved onto your second round of drinks, you made the conscious decision to drop the topic of Andy. Maybe at some point, this had all been about him, but it wasn’t anymore. Tonight should be about you and Pietro, and you weren’t about to let your stupid ex ruin it.

Talking to Pietro was easy, especially now that you were allowed to flirt back. He was sweet and funny and your skin tingled every time he touched you.

With your third round, you shared some French fries, and when you were done, he asked if you wanted to stay here or move onto somewhere else.

“Come home with me?” you’d suggested, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”

You held hands as you walked back up the road to your apartment building. Pietro filled the silence, tipsy and cheerful, and you were content just to listen to him talk.

At the door to your apartment, you were very aware of his presence behind you. His breath ghosted over the back of your neck, making you shiver. You let yourself in.

Your cat was curled up on the couch, and Pietro beelined for her, sitting down beside her and scratching at her chin.

“Hello, beautiful,” he cooed as she laid her chin in his palm. “What’s their name?” he asked, turning to you. You grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him in to kiss you.

His hands went to your waist immediately, pulling you closer to him. You broke apart for just a moment, resting your forehead against his.

“Her name is Millie,” you said, and then you kissed him again.

You ended up in his lap, straddling his thighs and smearing lipstick across his face. No matter how much you pushed and pulled on each other, the spaces between you felt too big. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he let out a low moan that sent a shockwave of heat up your body.

“You like that?” you murmured.

“Shut up.” He flipped you over, pressing you down into the sofa. Your heart was thudding at how easy it was for him to do so. You smoothed your hands up his arms as he buried his face into your neck.

You were feeling amped up, but Pietro seemed to want to take it slow, so you let him kiss your neck languidly, carding your fingers through his hair. The weight of his body on top of you, the gentle smacking of lips and the subtle graze of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck had you aching for him.

“Pietro,” you whined. “Stop teasing me.”

He pressed his crotch against yours, letting you feel how hard he was. You let out a little groan. “Bedroom?”

You hesitated. The bedroom was where Andy and that woman had been just hours ago. On the other hand, what better revenge was there than fucking Pietro in the bed you and Andy had shared so many times?

You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Hand in hand, you led him to your bedroom. Tentatively, you lay down on the bed, and Pietro climbed on top of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, going back to kissing your neck. “I want to taste you. Can I go down on you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Y-yeah, okay. Please.”

He gave you another lopsided smile and began to kiss his way down your neck. Your dress was already bunched up around your thighs, so it didn’t take much for Pietro to push it up a little further, revealing your lace panties.

“These are pretty,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“I wore them for you.”

“Well, I better show you how much I appreciate them, then.”

A choked off gasp escape your lips as his tongue pressed against you through the fabric. He tongued at your clit, drawing little moans from deep within you. As he slid them to the side and pressed his tongue directly onto your clit, you grasped his hair again, trying to pull him closer.

He kept his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you fast against his face as his tongue flicked lazily over your most sensitive parts.

“Why don’t you play with those titties for me, pretty girl?”

Breathlessly, you pushed the front of your dress and your bra down, revealing your breasts. You squeezed them, moaning at the feeling.

“Mm, good girl,” said Pietro. He let go of one of your thighs so that he could play with your clit while he pressed his tongue into you. You pinched your nipples, relishing the tingling sensation that was building inside you. “I could stay down here all night, prinţesă. Just playing with your pretty little pussy, making you cum over and over. Would you like that, prinţesă?”

“Pietro,” you whimpered, grinding back down against his face. “Feels so good.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

Your head tipped back against your pillow, and you let the sensations wash over you. Your thighs were draped over Pietro’s shoulders, your toes curling against his back as a deep moan escaped your lips.

He kept going until you pushed him away, oversensitive and sore.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he agreed.

With insistent, needy hands, you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, which he stripped off with little fanfare. Your hands went straight to the bulge in his shorts, groping him through them. He moaned and let his head tip back.

As you pulled down his shorts and underwear, his cock sprang up, lying flat along his stomach. He kicked them off the rest of the way, and you pulled him in for another kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips. You might’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself so much. Your hands were all over him, skimming over the firm lines of his abs and coming to rest against his pecs.

“Lay down,” you said, pushing him back against the pillows. He obliged, giving you a hazy smile as he did so. You situated yourself comfortably between his legs. As you grasped his cock firmly in one hand, his head tipped back against the headboard with an audible thunk.

You licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, tonguing at the head. His hand cupped your neck, and he met your eyes.

It was a beautiful sight. His pupils were blown, his hair wild, his abs rising and falling with every shallow breath. You sucked his cock, chasing every little gasp and moan you could draw from him.

You shifted down and tried to take as much of his balls into your mouth as you could. He let out a half-gasp, half-moan and pushed you gently away.

“Prinţesă, I need you. Can I fuck you?”

You pulled back and started to crawl over him. Your knees were either side of his chest as you reached for the nightstand and rooted around in the drawer.

“Here,” you said, passing him a condom.

He touched the hem of your dress. “I want to see all of you. Can you take this off?”

“Yeah, okay.” You tugged it off over your head and then discarded it over the side of the bed. You gave your panties the same treatment.

He slipped the condom on and then reached for you. You came to him willingly, straddling his lap.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands from your hips up to your breasts.

You felt your face heating up again. Instead of responding, you lined his cock up with your entrance and then slid yourself down onto it.

He was a little bigger than you were used to, so you took it slow, inching your way down him. He clutched at your hips, murmuring sweet encouragements to you as you went.

Once you were fully seated, you guided his hands from your hips back up to your breasts, and began to move.

Pietro was squeezing your breasts hard enough that you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of liked that idea. You rocked up and down, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned as you took him deeper. “You feel so good.”

His hips moved with you, fucking up into you. You dug your fingers into his pecs and closed your eyes, letting your body take over.

Suddenly, Pietro was rolling you onto your back again without ever sliding out of you. He hooked your ankle over his shoulder and pressed down, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, Pietro,” you moaned, sliding your hand down between you to rub your clit. You were close.

He kissed you, swallowing your moans. You reciprocated by catching his lip between your teeth. He swore loudly again and pushed your hand out of the way, rubbing your clit for you.

With one of his hands firmly squeezing your breast and the other strumming over your clit, you moaned out his name as you came.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good,” he said, feeling you clench around him, and then he collapsed on top of you, softening cock sliding out of you.

You cupped his chin and dragged him in for another kiss. You held each other like that for a long moment, lips pressed together and limbs entwined. When you broke apart, he didn’t go far. He settled down with his face pressed into your collarbone, wrapping you in a full-body hug.

You carded your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

Pietro chuckled into your neck. “I’m just trying to savour you, prinţesă.”

You exhaled. “Because this is just a one-time thing, right?”

He pulled back to look at you. His bright blue eyes bored into yours, making you feel all of a sudden very exposed. “It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to be.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

To your immense displeasure, he sat up, pulling away from you. You pulled the corner of the duvet up, covering your chest, and sat up too. He wasn’t looking at you.

“I thought you didn’t ‘do’ relationships,” you said. “I’ve never seen you go out with a girl more than a couple of times.”

He smiled a sad smile. “Just because I wasn’t interesting in dating any of those girls doesn’t mean I don’t want a relationship.” You blinked at him. He sighed. “I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted you.” Your mouth fell open. “I spent years of my life pining over a girl who had a boyfriend. How pathetic is that?” He snuck a glance at you. “And now we’re here, and you want me, but only because you’re trying to get revenge on your shitty ex. And I’m here because if one night with you is all I get, then I’ll take it.”

“Pietro…” You took his hand in yours. Your heart was pounding. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe. But I’m sorry anyway. I’m sorry I wasted my time with Andy when I should’ve been with you.” Pietro’s jaw dropped. You continued, “Can we start again?”

“What?”

“You and me.” You took his hand in yours. “Just two single people who want to go out with each other. No Andy. No one-night stand. No revenge. Just us. Forget about everything else.”

He turned his head towards you, staring down into your eyes. When he kissed you this time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, half-straddling his thigh.

“I’d like that,” he said when you broke apart.

The two of you stayed up most of the night talking and touching each other, fondling and fucking. When you finally drifted off to sleep, sunlight was starting to peek around the curtains.

You awoke some time after midday to a harsh rapping on your front door. For a brief moment, you were disoriented, an unfamiliar arm curled around your waist, but then you remembered the previous night.

Pietro let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. You made a frustrated noise and got to your feet, pulling on a dressing gown.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” you said, speed-walking to the front door. You almost tripped over Millie as you did so, and she let out an annoyed meow. “Sorry, baby.”

The knocking got louder. You had no idea what was so urgent. It was your day off, and you had wanted to spend as much of it as possible in bed with Pietro.

You opened the door to the extremely unwelcome sight of Andy, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He stared at you for a moment, like he’d forgotten why he was here. “Were you asleep?”

“Yes, I was asleep,” you said tersely.

“It’s nearly 2pm.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. He had always hated when you slept in, but you couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to bring that up right now. He took in your expression and winced. “I mean- I’m sorry- Can I-”

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sidled past you into the apartment.

“I didn’t invite you in,” you said pointedly.

“I know I’m sorry. I’ll only be a minute. I just came here to apologise.”

“For fucking another woman in my bed?”

He grimaced. “I mean, yeah, but… it wasn’t like that, okay? It just sort of happened. I never meant to cheat on you.”

“Oh, so it was an accident?”

Andy didn’t respond. He was staring at a point somewhere over your shoulder. You looked over to see Pietro, dressed only in boxer shorts, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. Millie was nuzzling his leg.

“What’s he doing here?” Andy hissed, and you felt all of yesterday’s anger bubbling up again.

“You lost the right to ask me that when you fucked someone else, you fucking asshole,” you snarled. “FYI, he made me cum more times last night than you have in the last month. So get fucked.”

Andy looked from you to Pietro and back. “You really think you can rely on him? That he’s not gonna cheat on you?” he snapped. “He’ll hang around until some girl prettier than you shows up – and they will – and then he’ll leave you alone.”

Anger and pain twisted your heart up into your throat. Embarrassingly, you thought you might be about to cry, when suddenly Pietro’s warm hands were resting on your shoulders.

“You’re projecting, asshole,” said Pietro. His expression was stern. “Just because you’re a cheating bastard doesn’t mean everyone is. Now get out before I throw you out.”

Andy looked at you. You stared him down. “Get out of my apartment,” you said through gritted teeth. “And take your flowers with you. I don’t want them.”

His shoulders slumped. “Fine.”

Defeated, he walked back out into the corridor outside your apartment. He turned to you, as if to say one last thing, but you shut the door in his face.

Pietro exhaled loudly. “What a douchebag.” He approached you tentatively. You could feel the warmth of his body, even though he was inches away. Leaning back, you let him wrap his arms around you from behind.

“I know.”

He kissed your cheek. “I can still beat him up for you if you want,” he said, sliding a hand into your dressing gown.

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, babe.”

Sequel.

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 year

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Y/N: Pietro and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Wanda: *Sighing* What did Pietro do?

Y/N: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Pietro: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Cunning Linguist

pietro maximoff x reader smut

warnings: cunnilingus, porn with (slight) plot, blow jobs, dissociative identity disorder, dissociation, existential crisis, smut, shameless smut, halloween, canon divergence

word count: 3,990

a/n: i meant to finish this ages ago. but i always overthink shit. i rewrote this several times, and it still doesn't feel worth posting. oh well !! just meaningless filth - same old story, different clothing. i wanted to play with the concept of pietro as an alter in ralph's head. again. lol

he's a little ooc here. but i'm blaming the brain fog. i'm running on three hours of sleep every night. fuck it, we ball. also, not including a tag list because tumblr's system kinda sucks for it. sorry !!

Pietro recalled the moment his consciousness came to light.

Agnes waved her spooky hands in his face, as though she were taunting him. She muttered incantations under her breath. The words of which Pietro didn’t recognize as English. After implanting sentimental memories in his mind - based on stories of Wanda’s childhood - she sent him off on his own. Like letting a dog loose, free to roam.

Pietro’s mission? Find Wanda, have a gabfest or two, extract information. Or something along those lines. Pietro hadn’t paid much attention while Agnes yapped about it. Why focus on that, when the mystery of his own sentience piqued his interest instead?

He was given an easy enough job to do. No problem-o. Pietro had a talent for pestering people til’ they cracked. That’s what Agnes told him, anyway. He wasn’t too sure why she wanted him to play undercover rat. It had something to do with magic. Pietro knew that much. There was some kinda witch-on-witch rivalry in the works. But unfortunately for Agnes - and maybe fortunately for Wanda - she might have to take a raincheck on her duel of the sorceresses.

Pietro could be a bit of a dipshit. Was he stupid? Not so much. He had brains where it counted. He could be crafty. Even sneaky. But his expert level slyness didn’t make him any less of an idiot. Pietro couldn’t refute that factoid about himself. Around Wanda, he forgot how to function like a normal person. Which he blamed on the fact that he wasn’t a normal person. Being brutally honest with himself; Pietro technically wasn’t even a person at all.

More like a conceptual incarnation of human sentience, really. Simple enough.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it, though - Pietro carried the irksome flaws of a human. Often, he acted thoughtless when he didn’t mean to. Without filtering himself first, Pietro unapologetically spoke his mind. He’d drop fourth-wall breaking quips here or there. Sometimes, his careless habits made for entertaining slip ups. Perfect for sitcom shenanigans. Other times, his blunders resulted in pain. Lotsa pain.

Halloween night, Pietro found himself whisked away by a forceful wave. Conjured by Wanda’s potent magic. The same power Agnes wanted her wiggly witch fingers on. After going aerial in a wild whoosh, Pietro got up close and friendly with some Halloween decorations. But, hey, what’re a few broken bones between pseudo siblings, eh?

Wanda sure had a helluva temper. She quickly banished Pietro from ever setting foot in her house again. Talk about a major bummer. Pietro suffered a huge loss on that front. One part because he’d have no choice but to crash with Agnes again. Ninety nine parts because he’d miss his troublemaking nephews. Those fun, lil scamps.

Tough luck, Quickie. Try and do better next time.

Honestly, he’d prefer if there wasn’t a next time. If Agnes wanted to make small talk so bad, she could do it on her own. Calling it quits for the night, Pietro wandered off to a Westview bar. To his surprise, he found the place still in operation. And despite Pietro’s memories - vague imagery of Busch beer cans crushed under his fist - he hadn’t had a beer since his consciousness manifested. Shit. Did he even like beer? Whether he cared for it or not, a subconscious instinct drew him to it.

He assumed that instinct was none other than Ralph himself. The poor dude wanted to drown his terror in alcohol. And after all the twisted shit Agnes put Ralph through; who was Pietro to deny him one of life's simplest pleasures?

The mellow atmosphere of the bar oozed Halloween spirit. Kinda unnecessary, in retrospect. Considering Wanda never stopped by for a drink. Why bother sprucing the place up with her wispy magic, if it never saw any use?

The bartender’s clever quips reminded Pietro of Cheers. Another totally bonkers concept. Pietro had memories of watching Cheers, sure. But he couldn’t decipher if they were Ralph’s or not. For all Pietro knew, they might be a part of the ‘dead brother’ package deal. False memories, meant to give Wanda someone to relate to. Making him liable to tear down her defenses when she least expected it.

But why did Pietro get the sense he was more of a Frasier guy anyway?

Sitting at the bar on a rickety stool, Pietro spun around to satiate his boredom. He cradled a beer, inhaling all of it in a single beat. Superspeed really did have its ups and downs. Consider quick consumption a positive. As far as negatives go…well…inebriation was completely unattainable. Sucks for Ralph. As Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer, he tuned his ears to a radio broadcast. On a shelf amidst dollar store Halloween decor; a radio droned old fashioned tales of wicked witches. Subtle.

Outside interference interrupted the broadcast. Voices intermingled between buzzes of static. Whispering soft, but panicked mantras of 'Wanda? Wanda, are you there?' Pietro narrowed his beady eyes. His ignorance of the world outside Westview should’ve stayed intact. But whatever the reason, he knew exactly where those voices came from. Why he carried such knowledge was anyone’s guess. Maybe Agnes let too much her own insight slip into his psyche. Whoopsies. Oh well. Shrugging, Pietro flagged down the bartender for another beer. Deja vu.

Bored outta his mind, his thoughts explored elsewhere.

Pietro dreamt of something a little more down to earth. He remembered a cutie-pie neighbor new to Westview. A ‘next door’ kinda type, with a quirky sorta charm. They had no idea why they were in the city to begin with. Pietro knew these details, only because he gathered the what’s what on just about every person in town. It took him all of two seconds to do so. Zip around. Observe. Make mental notes. Report back to Agnes. Spill the deets.

Anyway, about you…

Call it a crush, loneliness, or even instinctive lust; whatever the case, Pietro thought you were cute as could be. You didn’t remember how you got to Westview, or where you even came from. One day, you woke up in town, and found yourself wearing unfamiliar clothes. Threads evocative of decades long past. But hey, it happens to the best of us. Pietro was well-acquainted with feelings of confusion and alienation. That mingled sense of being both lost, and born anew.

For crying out loud, he was the very materialization of sapient awareness itself. Agnes forbade him from that knowledge as well. But again, Pietro credited his oopsies and ding-dongs to her shoddy miracle work.

Whenever you questioned the reality around you, the world only stifled you into silence. The everyday citizens of Westview seemed so content with life as it was. Acting as if you had nothing to worry about. Wanda’s sitcom setup was nothing beyond sunshine, rainbows, and television tropes. But Pietro could see the unspoken terror hidden deep in their eyes. The truth Wanda kept hush hush.

Just thinking about it was enough to give Pietro the heebie jeebies. And if his intuition was anything to go by - it never proved him wrong yet - you had a bad feeling about Westview too. Way to go! You caught on even quicker than he did. Which was kinda nuts, if he thought about it. Wasn’t he supposed to be the fastest at everything? ‘Cuz speed was his middle name or something. Or…well, it wasn’t. But it could be. Who’s to stop him from seizing his own destiny at this point?

Pietro Speed Maximoff.

Eh, maybe not.

In Westview, you had no friends or family. And much like Pietro, on Halloween night; you found yourself at the bar. He caught your curious gaze from down the counter. You were dolled up in a scanty, witch's dress, leaving Pietro to wonder why witches were such a recurring theme in his life. Looking too much like a manchild goober, he spun around a few more times in his seat. His sneakers kicked against the stool’s railing. No matter what, he couldn’t sit still. He thought he might be embarrassing himself. But his antics appeared to make you smile even brighter.

Tilting your head, you shot him a look of familiarity.

You weren’t familiar with him, though. But there was a chance you saw him appearing and disappearing around town. During his impromptu stake outs, more than likely.

Bringing your drink to the seam of your lips, you stifled a playful giggle. It was obvious you were gawking at his costume. Arching a brow, Pietro grinned into the rim of his beer bottle. To be fair, he looked supremely ridiculous. The blue tights under his cut-off jean shorts rode up in the crotch a little too much. He dipped his head, staring at the frayed edges of his shorts. Yeah. It was clear he did the job cutting them himself. A hasty one too. Since he was too eager to pull pranks with his nephews.

Damn. Pietro missed those kids like hell already.

The dirty blond hair/ear-things atop his head bounced every time he knocked his neck back. As Pietro downed yet another beer, he lost track of how many he drank. A dribble of it plummeted into silver. Creating a sheen against the lightning bolt duct taped diagonally down his shirt. Pietro sighed and pursed his lips.

His outfit was an all blue ensemble. Garnished with a spritz of silver here or there. Quicksilver. His hero name, apparently. Pietro knew he’d never live up to it.

A bit of friendly conversation later, and the air between the two of you shifted. Your playful look morphed into something a little wanton, the more Pietro acted in silly ways. Holy shit. Seriously? He hoped he wasn't misreading your signals. Because really, your attraction was too good to be true. If you honestly wanted him, where should he proceed from here? How much freedom had Agnes even allowed him? And furthermore - if Wanda’s happy, dream town ran on a curated schedule; what if credits rolled just as the two of you finally got handsy?

Maybe sitcom rules didn’t apply to conscious manifestations of witch hocus pocus? Wishful thinking on his part.

Outside the bar - in an alleyway too uncannily clean, like a set straight out of Hollywood - Pietro beckoned you in with kisses. Technically, he played the role of Agnes’s deadbeat husband. And if that were the case, did kissing you count as cheating? Shit…was Pietro committing adultery right now?? In the midst of macking on your sweet lips, he pressed a palm to the wall next to your head. Pietro pretended to do so for balance, as he devoured you with his mouth and tongue.

But unbeknownst to you, he cracked an eye open. Just to double check for a wedding band.

Nothing there to prove he ever got hitched. Go figure.

You giggled coyly into his lips, letting a soft moan ease through your teeth. Bringing your hands up to the hair/ear-things on his head, you toyed with them. Your pretty voice teased him, as you played with his hair in gentle strokes of your thumbs.

“Ooooh…such a good boy, huh? Fast too.” You cooed, the same way one might praise a puppy.

Oh. Fuck yeah. To hell with sitcom tropes and bogus wives. Agnes scared the ever-loving shit out of Pietro anyway. He had no semblance of a domestic connection to her. Not that she gave much of a damn herself. With how often she threw insults his way. Agnes always used Ralph as her little punching bag, before hijacking his body for her own gain.

No wonder your simple praises got his proverbial tail wagging.

A chuckle hummed in the back of his throat, as Pietro purred into your lips, “Speed’s kinda my middle name, y’know?”

You snorted one of the dorkiest laughs he’d heard since cognisant birth. And with a sudden spark of primal urgency; Pietro felt something else spring into transcendence down below.

Sifting through Ralph’s sidelined psyche, Pietro came to realize how much of a recluse he was. The guy never seemed to get out much. In fact, Agnes might’ve even been his first partner. If one could classify her as such. So, really, Pietro was doing him a major favor. If Ralph knew he planned on using their body for some frisky fun - on an otherwise lonely Hallow’s eve - surely, he’d give his brain roomie some thanks.

Pietro’s hands were vascular like a wired-up machine, clad in arm-warmer paws. Grabbing hard onto your curvy hips with them, he pulled you in closer. He sought the friction of your crotch against his. And after some seriously sloppy making out, Pietro dropped you an invite to his place.

Or…Agnes’s place.

Uh…or…was it technically Ralph’s? Shit, this sitcom roleplay sure gave way to some mental gymnastics.

You didn’t expect Pietro to zip you off at superspeed. Moving abruptly fast, he brought you straight to his disaster of a man cave. Laying you back on the futon, he gave you little time to adjust over the blankets. The wrinkled fabrics reeked of pot, in desperate need of a wash. You got as comfy as you could on the skunky sheets. Blinking your needy gaze up at him, you tugged his white belt, pulling the band undone. Pietro grinned lazily, colliding his swollen lips into yours. His primal instincts left him wreckless with want.

Burying his tongue in the cavern of your mouth, he brought with him the flavor of cheap booze. As you tasted him, you moaned, shucking his dumb jorts down his hips. A sizable swelling twitched in his tights, squirming under muted blue. Your eyes bulged in their sockets, cartoonishly wide. The way you whirled your tongue across your lip gave off a vibe of animalistic hunger. As though you were eager for an all dick dinner. With Pietro as the appetizer.

And the main course. And the dessert. He hoped you'd rate him five stars.

Restaurant metaphors aside; this was the very first test of his capabilities as a lover, after all. If he couldn’t live up to his superhero name, maybe he could make a name for himself in other ways.

Pietro Speed Maximoff. Quicksilver. Cunning Linguist.

But first…he really should satiate your hunger.

One, generous tug downward, and Pietro’s - or Ralph’s - slightly above average length sprang out. Bouncing in your face in mesmerizing oscillation, his cock appeared pulsating and roused. Thick veins weaved like threads through his shaft, akin to his vascular hands. His balls bulged in his tights, his jorts hanging halfway down his thighs. Pietro took his blistering cock in hand. Aching for the kind of stimulation Ralph never got, his desire painted him so flush and ruby red.

Since you looked so delighted at the sight before you; Pietro gave his cock a few strokes. He played with himself for your viewing pleasure. And as his firm grip tugged his shaft, the world pulled suddenly back. It was as though Pietro viewed life through a third person perspective. Metaphorical cameras fixed their lenses on the two of you, in an all too human position of closeness.

The weight of a cock in Pietro’s hand felt both familiar, yet weirdly foreign. Combine that with the sight of another living, breathing body below him; and his nerves buzzed uncomfortably. Frenzied in such a way that matched the quick pulsing of his heart. Focusing instead on your fluttering eyes, Pietro weaned himself out of dissociation. Your hands braced his hips, thumbs circling the fabric of his tights. The gentle gesture brought chills throughout his body. Inching forward, you teased his bobbing cock with a flick of your tongue.

Wet heat grounded him in reality. Upon racing to the forefront of his own mind; Pietro’s breath hitched with a husky groan. He held your head, massaging his fingers in your soft hair. Cute mewls spilled from your lips as you flitted your eyes shut. Swirling your tongue over his cock’s puffy head, you lapped any tearful pearls of precum. His thickness sank between your plush lips, and Pietro’s own lips parted for breath.

Of all things to happen on Halloween night, getting his dick sucked wasn’t on the docket.

Not that Pietro had any reason to complain. This? Wicked awesome. Ralph was really missing out.

You drew lazily back just to lap his balls over his tights, staining fabric with slick saliva. Rolling the tip of your tongue up the underside of his dick, you giggled in that dorkish way again. Pietro’s teeth pulled his lip as he tilted his head back. His dick twitched, throbbing while the heat of your mouth embraced him fully. He moaned, smiling wide enough to show off his dimples. You pumped his cock at the base, teasing his veins with your tongue.

Pietro’s brows turned inward. You suckled his head like you longed to guzzle anything he could give. He sank his fingers deeper through your hair, holding on tightly as he rutted his hips. With each slam of his weeping tip into your throat; he hoarsely grunted. You really did try your best, just for him. Even as tears spilled down your cheeks and your lips began to swell. Plush and puffy, circling his slick length. Pietro kicked up the speed at which he rutted.

Fighting his instincts, he was cautious enough not to choke you. Or, he wanted to be cautious. He braced his hands on both sides of your tear stained face, his arm warmer paws soft against your cheeks. Sinking his dick even deeper between your lips, he accidentally went balls deep. The wet fabric of his tights smothered your chin. You sputtered on his cock, which made your throat wring him so tight. As your tongue curled, sliding under the thrum of his veins; Pietro cursed. Playful chuckles and shameful apologies fell from his lips.

Bitter heat coated your tongue in sweltering jets, thick and explosive down your throat. Pietro’s groin twisted in a blossoming surge of pleasure. And as he ruptured your esophagus with his sticky load, he found himself that much more grounded. As if such a bombastic nut somehow tethered him to reality - securing Pietro from any further derealization.

Righteous. His first big O since Agnes blessed him with the gift of consciousness. Significantly more electrifying than any sad, jerk sesh Ralph had in the past. And since you so humbly took him like a champ - giving Pietro a most euphoric experience; he saw it fit to return the favor ASAP.

Neither Pietro - nor Ralph, it seemed - had any experience toying around with partners. But he did have a vague knowledge of how to do so. Thanks to the backlog of not-so-safe-for-work memories deep in his subconscious. Raunchy porn, mostly. Magazines. Tapes. Jesus, Ralph…why’s there so much dirty stuff in there, huh? Lots and lots of it. Pietro would have to do his own research later.

He gave you no time to prep for his oncoming nose dive. Perched on your knees, coughing and clearing your throat - you found yourself abruptly resting on your elbows. Your upper back pressed into the futon. Pietro lifted your hips, using his strength to hike your thighs over his broad shoulders. As you parted your swollen lips to protest, blinking your reddened eyes; Pietro pulled your panties to the side. He kept the soaked lace pinned under a thick thumb. Burying his lips in your cunt, he lapped up your honeyed heat.

A sudden addiction, triggered by something carnal, overtook him instantly. Pietro became hooked on your fragrant flavor, swirling your cute bud in high-speed circles. He worked your stiff clit like a microscopic joystick, flicking wet heat in a spastic whirlwind. Alternating between drawing patterns, and sucking your precious pearl hard. Pietro so easily made you squeal - even without any prior experience - until you scratched your fingernails deep into Ralph’s sheets. Kissing your cunt, he let his thirst take over, and dove deeper.

The tune of his name melting through your moans made him wish the night would last forever. A small fraction of him hoped Ralph would never take over again. If consciousness offered rewards this scrumptious, Pietro wanted to stay sentient into eternity. Not to be selfish or whatever, but he almost considered playing minion for Agnes again - if only to secure the lifespan of his psyche.

Your supple, pussy lips parted as he wormed his tongue through your slick walls. Smooth, bumpy heat squeezed the fuzzy ridges of his tongue. In milliseconds, your fluttery love gushed over his taste buds and leaked down his chin. Tears teased the edges of your eyes. You cried whines of sugary bliss. Pietro’s thumb kept your panties pinned, his other hand locked around your thigh.

He smirked into your pussy, deep chuckles burning hot on your mound. And since the position wasn’t exactly the most comfortable; he allowed you some reprieve. Pushing you past your breaking point at light speed, Pietro bashed the sopping slickness of his tongue into your clit. You trembled, shuddering through powerful waves of orgasmic intensity. White-hot flashes of light flooded your vision. Under Pietro’s zippy tongue, your sweet pussy quivered.

Totes mcgoats. If he learned anything tonight - aside from the obvious lessons in subtlety; Pietro now understood why the everyday man lost his doggone marbles over puss.

After your first release, he eased your tired body into the futon. Your back met cozy blankets, engulfed in that skunk weed scent. Before you relaxed, he edged you even longer, drawing out your pleasurable suffering. Pietro sank his fingers deep into your heat, pumping the length of them inside you. His digits curled perfectly, finding every spongy spot that made your core burst with a desire to cum again. His tongue teased your swollen nub until you grabbed at his hair. You mussed the funny looking ear things atop his head, pressing your palm into his forehead to try and push him back.

You begged him to stop. Pleading in disoriented whimpers, your noises went straight to his limp dick. A few more hot, wrathful waves of pleasure later - he finally stopped. Only after your cunt erupted in one more, wet burst. You leaked like a fountain into his lips, soaking his chin, even making a mess of his makeshift costume. More than worth it. Pietro sat up on the futon, admiring his handiwork. He wiped his mouth with one of his arm warmer paws. Your mouth fell agape as your lungs begged for air. More tears sparkled on your flushed cheeks, mirroring the twinkle of your pussy. Pretty as a rose in a rainshower.

With your sluggish arms, you gestured for Pietro to climb over you. And once he did, you pulled him into a lazy kiss without a single care. You paid no mind to the taste of your sweetness on his lips, or the scent of your musk on his chin. Sleepily blinking, you bravely asked if you could stay the night. Too tuckered out to even consider a long walk back home.

Pietro could just as easily speed you over to your place. But even at the risk of his not-wife catching him in bed with someone else - he felt too adverse to loneliness. Besides...your company brought him more delight than he ever expected of anyone. Settling into the futon, he popped on Ralph’s old TV set.

Cheers was on. Pietro snickered to himself, rolling his dark eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, snuggled up against Pietro’s strong form. He’d changed clothes at some point in the night, finally foregoing the tights. Oh, and he lended you one of Ralph’s shirts too. A Grateful Dead t-shirt, of which you were very grateful. Hah, “You don’t like Cheers?”

Pietro shrugged, sipping a beer. A Busch beer. He scowled at the taste, curling his lip.

“Eh. More of a Frasier kinda guy.”

#peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #wandavision #txt #sorry for dropping this in the main tags !!

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Listen to the sound of your voice💌

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Fluff

Summary: Pietro found himself enjoying your voice the most, especially on Valentine‘s Day.

Warning: just a bunch of fluff, reader opens up about an insecurity but it‘s all good in the end, language (swearing)

A/N: I was having a Scream marathon while writing this and it was really confusing at times to write fluff and watch a splatter movie next to it. By the way, I have no idea how to properly celebrate Valentine‘s Day so bear with me in this one.

February 14 was the most wonderful day for some people. The sun was shining just a small tad brighter on the day of love, waves were more peaceful and the sky was clearer. Flowers were wilting less fast and were gifted from one person to another. Little gifts formed in hearts are ready to be bought from every supermarket and expensive jewelry was promoted on every website known to men. Pietro never enjoyed Valentine‘s Day since the incident in Sokovia. Sure, he had a date sometimes but nothing was ever coming out of it. He‘s always remembered of his parents on Valentine‘s Day, as he was younger he always got to see his parents relishing their love. His father always brought his mother flowers and his mother always made him his favourite food. They didn‘t have much money growing up so the presents were small but Pietro had seen that they meant the world for each other.

Now years later Pietro was a part of the Avengers and Valentine‘s Day never quite lost its touch. Tony Stark was always someone to buy presents to show his love and Pietro had seen him more than once on Armor‘s day giving Pepper an expensive bunch of flowers, a bracelet, watch or anything else. Vision and his sister Wanda had decided to take the whole day for themselves and Pietro didn‘t want to know what exactly they were doing. Bucky and Steve went out to enjoy a day as a couple, something they couldn‘t do back in their days. Bruce and Natasha didn‘t plan something bad, as far as Pietro knew, but he knew that they had a table booked at an expensive restaurant. Sam was off on a date with a girl he met a few weeks ago and Thor wasn‘t on earth. It left Pietro and you alone on love‘s day at the compound and Pietro thought that that was just perfect.

To be honest with himself, Pietro has never been truly in love with someone. Sure, he had a few dates here and there and there were some flings he had but he was never in love. The girls he dated were never girls where he thought they were the one and it may not seem like it but Pietro truly believed that every person on this planet, no matter how cruel, has a person that is made for them. The people just have to find their own way of making it work.

„So, it seems that it‘s just the two of us, uh?“ Your voice cut through Pietro‘s trail of thoughts. He looked at you and Pietro could swear you had a small glint of disappointment on your face. „You got no date today?“

Pietro smiled slightly at her and bowed his head a bit in mock offense, „You act like I got a date everyday, dragon.“ You smiled at the blonde man in front of you, the nickname for you falling effortlessly from his lips, „I changed into a dragon for you once on your birthday, will you ever let it go?“

Pietro chuckled at your words as he shook his head, „Never. But anyway, why are you not out? Everyone else is, I thought I got the compound for me.“ The smile on your face didn‘t falter for a second but Pietro noticed the slight fall of your shoulders, „Valentine‘s Day isn‘t something for me, y‘know? I never really go on dates much anyway, I‘ve got an important job to do.“ Your explanation didn‘t really make sense for him, sure being an Avenger was important but going on dates was still possible.

„Well then it seems like it‘s us then, eh? Seems like we‘re going out on a date then?“ Pietro knew that this was a big shot and he didn‘t know if you would agree but damn, he wanted you to agree so badly. Despite his serial dating, his interest in you never once reduced. You had this big impact on him that you didn‘t even notice. Pietro could write a novel about the many times the team noticed Pietro being smitten with you and you being oblivious. Steve liked to tease him about it, he always said that Bucky was the same back in the day.

„I guess it means that we‘re going out then, what‘s your plan then?“ Pietro laughed slightly before shrugging, „Well, how about we go to that café nearby and we get the most delicious strawberry cake there is? I know that that‘s your favourite and that the barista there keeps a piece for you.“ The smile on your face couldn‘t vanish if someone tried removing it from you.

„No flowers? Oh, Pietro, I thought you were at least a gentleman. You need to step up your game.“ Your teasing made him chuckle as he leaned forward to take your hand. „You just wait, Dragon, I‘m gonna give you the best Valentine‘s Day ever, I promise.“

Pietro was right, the barista did leave a piece of strawberry chocolate cake for you. „How do you know that that‘s my favourite?“ Pietro gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the street before them.

„You know, just hearing it here and there.“ It wasn‘t a complete lie, he did hear it from his sister. But Pietro also knew that the strawberry chocolate cake from that üparticular café was your favourite because Pietro was infuriated with you. He may have never been in love but he knew he felt something for you that he didn‘t feel with anyone else. He thought about you all day long, he woke up with the motivation of hearing your voice, when he was on missions he got home for you and every time he sped to a market to get something it was for you and only you.

And you? Well, you never truly noticed. Of course you knew that you and Pietro were more than friends. Your constant flirting was definitely something that wasn‘t unintentional from both your sides but you never noticed that Pietro did most things for you. In your eyes, Pietro did these things for the rest of the team as well. He noticed the small details and things about you as much as he did the rest of the team.

„You may be the only person I can actually stand seeing on Valentine‘s Day.“ Pietro laughed slightly before shaking his head in disbelief.

„Seriously though, how come you don‘t have a date today?“ Your smile was slipping for a second and Pietro was afraid he had ruined the mood but it came back as fast as it slipped, „I do have a date today, we‘re out right now, aren‘t we?“ Your voice was playful but Pietro could still hear the sadness that lingered in it. The look on his face told you that he didn‘t believe you so with a sigh you went on. „It‘s not that easy to find a date as me, you know? I mean, it never gets past the first date. Most of the guys I go out with are intimidated because of my abilities or my status as an Avenger or they are just going out with me in the first place because I‘m an Avenger. They don‘t really care about getting to know me.“

Pietro‘s shoulders slouched slightly and he had an irritated look on his face. „Well, then I‘ll make sure that you have the best Valentine‘s Day today! Come on, there is a flower shop nearby, we‘re getting your favourite flowers.“ You chuckled at his enthusiasm but took his hand nonetheless, „How do you know what my favourite flowers are?“ Pietro‘S teasing smile was addictive and you had to smile as well, „I know a lot of things about you that you have no idea about.“

The day with Pietro turned out to be really great. The two of you did all the things a couple would do, you got ice cream and shared it with one spoon, you went out to eat at a restaurant and you bought each other a present. You got each other matching jewelry, a necklace with your initial for him and a bracelet with his for you. You were back at the compound now, a movie playing in the background as you were talking about the most obscene nonsense. It was quiet as you two just looked into each other’s eyes, both wanting to make the next move but also not wanting to be the one doing it.

„I don‘t understand how they don‘t want to get to know you.“ Pietro‘s statement caught you off guard as you looked at him with confusion written in your face. „I mean, you‘re so much fun and you‘re so easy to talk to and, God, you‘re so pretty when you‘re getting mad about something. I‘d listen to you talk about anything anytime if you asked me to.“

„What do you mean?“ Pietro chuckled at the tone in your voce, just like a confused puppy. „You said they never truly listen to you but I don‘t know why, I can listen to you talk the whole day.“ Pietro could feel your nervous breath on his skin, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. „Have you ever been in love?“ Your question caught him off guard but he answered anyway, „Not that I know of, no. You?“

You smiled at him, „I don‘t think so but I‘d like to find out what it feels like, will you- eh, try to find it out with me?“ Your voice was trembling slightly and Pietro wanted nothing more than to take all your nerves away from you. He answered your question by leaning in and kissing you, your lips moving in sync and Pietro could swear that there were butterflies in his stomach. „Does that answer your question?“ You had a teasing smile on your face as you replied, „I don‘t know, you might have to do it again, just to be sure.“

Pietro smirked and that was how you spent the rest of your first but certainly not last Valentine‘s Day together. Kissing, cuddling and even cooking together while scaring the Avengers as soon as they got home.

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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