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sebsbarnes · 3 months

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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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slutforgarlogan · 1 month

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Peter Maximoff as your bf | hc's

SFW + NSFW!!

A/N: i am detrimentally ill rn so expect spam while im ill !! tysm anon for requesting this mwah ily, everyone feel free to hit up my inbox

SFW !!

➳ If he sees things he thinks you'll like, he definitely buys steals them for you

➳ I think hes the type of person that dapples in all the love languages, however i can see him being big on words of affirmation

➳ Like, is the type to tell you how much he loves you/how pretty you look/how much he appreciates you ALL THE TIME. probably accidentally just slips it out sometimes, just says it as soon as he thinks it

➳ Definitely down to do anything you want to do, just say the word and he'll speed you wherever whenever

➳ Type to give you loads of little kisses all over your face while you're both giggling over it

➳ Dates with Peter can vary between big movie marathons/game nights with an abundance of snacks that he eats most of, to him speeding you over to places you'd brought up that you'd wanted to go to

➳ Imagine breaking into an indoor playground/softplay with him after hours (COULD write a fic ab that lmk if u guys want that)

NSFW !!

➳ DEFINITELY uses his powers, human vibrator guys HUMAN VIBRATOR

➳ That being said, DONT use a vibrator if ur horny, just give Peter a call, he'll be right there

➳ DEFINITELY a switch, subby Peter is so dreamy and its canon u cant tell me its not, but if u wanna sub he's down for that too

➳ If he's sub, HES SO WHINY, this man is loud he will not hesitate to tell you how good you make him feel

➳ DANGEROUSLY GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE.

➳ If you're needy for him, he'll eat you out and finger you, and he wont stop unless you ask him to, he definitely gets insanely pussy drunk

➳ aftercare king, ESPECIALLY if you've safeworded him this man will be making sure you're the most comfortable you've ever felt in your life

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whoreofdilfs · 8 months

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he is officially trying to k word me

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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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jellyluvr · 11 months

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Fantasies within tapes 2

- Peter maximoff x fem reader ⋆ ˚

So sorry for the wait!! I know some people probably want the part two so here it is.

Also, do you guys want long fics or short fics? Medium? Lmk ♡

Warnings: heavy smut?, peter being silly, oral sex, and fem reader!

Summary: the video was stuck on your mind and you couldn't help but want to watch it again..

It had been a few days since the porn incident. I mean, it wasn't like you had only been thinking of it... but you have. It had been all you could think of. Why did Peter even watch porn? Why did he have such a weird porno...?

So yes, you did go back down into his basement for a look-see. Peter wouldn't know.. he was upstairs, probably eating cheetos and coke.

You took each step down the stairs carefully. You were afraid you'd get caught.. that same anxious feeling filling your stomach. It felt like you could throw it up. But, you continued down the stairs until you saw the obnoxious colors of his room.

Muttering something to yourself, you sat back down on the carpeted floor just where you had been last time. "Oh fuck.." you mumbled. This isn't the best idea. Maybe you should just look for a magazine..? This was all so frustrating and scary. You wanted to see the tape again. It was practically the only source of dirty things you had. Plus, you didn't like the magazines. Grainy sex tapes were an upgrade.. but definitely not the best.

Scooting up on the carpet, your bare thighs rubbing against it, you grabbed the box full of the tapes.

And sure enough the neon yellow tape was in the corner. Just how you had left it. You put your hand in the box and grabbed it, pausing while you stared for a moment.

Maybe you shouldn't do this. Maybe this is a horrible idea, and Peter's gonna figure out you were looking at his porn.

But, you pushed the thoughts away and huffed as you put the tape in the cassette deck. Cussing to yourself you pressed play.

You felt your mind roam of the possibilities. What if he catches you? What if he gets really mad? What if..?

But, the screen flashed to same scene as last time. The woman gripped the sheets in fists, her body moving with the man's. He pounded into her, her moans quite loud.

You couldn't help but feel heat rise to your face while you watched. You liked it. You liked watching this girl get her guts rearranged. You were a virgin, a very horny one. A very bold one, too. Your thighs pushed together, the heat overwhelming your cunt.

You let out a soft moan while you watched this poor girl get ravaged in the white silk bed. You almost felt desensitized...

"I didn't know you liked porn too?" A familiar voice said, not far behind you. Your head darted into the direction, and sure enough, it was peter. He had a huge grin while he continued to eat his bag of cheetos, his fingertips getting coated in the orange goodness.

You didn't know what to do. He had caught you.. and you were just sitting there, flustered as ever.

"Don't ah.. worry 'bout it." He said while his eyes went down to his bag while he looked for a cheeto. He seemed so nonchalant. So calm..

"I'm uhm.." Your mouth was a little open while the girl kept moaning in the background. You just stared for a while. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that?

"Yknow, that's pretty bad. You shouldn't be doing things without permission. And you had to have snooped to find that. Reallllll bad..." he chuckled, huffs of air escaping his mouth while he looked at you. You were bright red. You didn't know what to even think. Was he mad? What was he gonna do? Should you say something..?

But, those thoughts slipped away while your cunt reminded you of the unbearable heat is was trapped in. You were drenched in your arousal. You could feel it, and you knew exactly what it was. The wonderful, powerful ache above your wet folds.

"Mmm.." You sighed, trying to cope with the neediness of your pussy. You didn't even realize that peter was still there. Before you even knew it, the cheeto bag was gone, and he was a bit closer behind you.

"What was that?" His head turned slightly while he licked his fingers, cleaning them of the orange gunk. He still had that slight smirk. That know-it-all type one.

"Nothin'." You responded quickly. Maybe he was angry? You couldn't tell. You were too enveloped in your aches that you didn't even register the bulge in his pants. The very obvious bulge.

Then, the moans and slosh sounds in the background stopped. Peter had disappeared for a second, but in the blink of an eye, he was back in the same spot. The room was filled with silence and very thick sexual tension.

"What were you doin'? Yknow, the porn n all.." He chuckled a bit but he was completely serious.

"Uhm..." You began to talk, but you didn't know what you say, really. You were too afraid peter would be angry. But now, as your eyes shifted down, peters bulge was very obvious in his stupid, kind of cute leather pants.

Peter noticed how your eyes shifted, and his smirk grew a little before in the blink of an eye. You were on the bed. And before you could even do anything, peters hand slipped down your shorts, into your panties, and right above your slick heat.

You whimpered at the sudden touch, but you didn't try to move away. Peter looked up at you, realizing how wet you were from seeing that video.

"Oh- wow.. you really liked that.." he snickered, a few huffs of air coming from his nose.

You were just on the bed, your legs open and peters hand in between them. You didn't even know how to process what was happening.. your best friend was touching you? You just couldn't register it, and again, peter quickly threw your shorts off, leaving you in your drenched panties.

"Ooo momma.." he looked down at your panties and the undeniable heat coming from them. Why did he have to make this so embarrassing.. so awkward...

"Uhm.. Peter could you -" his head was in between your thighs instantly. Your panties were somewhere in the room and you gasped at the sudden pressure there.

Peter made a soft hum noise while his tongue slipped through your wet folds and lapped at your clit. He looked up at you, his eyes full of lust.

"Mm~!" You squeaked, squirming a bit. He was going too quick. Your body didn't know what to do, so you grabbed onto his silver straight hair and held onto it for whatever closure that didn't exist.

You moaned more as peter continued to move his tongue in such ways, but he lowered his head, his big nose pushing against your clit and his tongue licking at your wet entrance.

He slurped and sucked on your cunt while you whined. "Ooh- fuck!" Your body shook with the pleasure that followed, your eyes rolling back into your head. Peter moved his tongue up and down on your entrance while he shook his head, his nose overstimulating you.

"Peter!" You squeaked, your breathing picking up. You squeezed your fists into his hair while he moved, and finally, you came. All over his mouth and tongue. Your hips buckled and pushed into his face a last time before he removed his head from your thighs.

"You look so pretty like that.." he purred, his hand moving up to wipe his mouth.

You shook with the coldness hitting your hot, sticky mess between your thighs. And your legs went open, your head resting against the mattress while you looked up at the orange arch over peters bed. Your breath quivered while you shut your eyes.

"Don't snoop next time, princess." Peter got up from the bed before kissing your inner thigh and leaving swiftly.

Peter definitely wasn't mad.

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Sorry for the shortness again!! :(

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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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taintandviolent · 2 months

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peter maximoff brat/brat tamer kink??? i love you btw

written to this. also I love you too anon!! thank you for requesting something, sorry if it's ooc or short or anything!!! I wasn't sure how to approach this.

"Don't fucking stop, Peter! I said don't!" The elastic of your underwear snapped against your stomach abruptly. You narrowed your eyes.

"Woaaaaaah, babe. Watch the attitude." Peter gripped your hands, which were grabbing wildly for his, trying to yank them back down to your cunt. You were stunned; he'd never been so authoratative before.

"We're gonna' say please next time, huh? Manners are rad and we're gonna' use them."

Your mouth gaped, widened eyes looking up into his inky hues. He smirked, obviously pleased that you'd shut your mouth instead of spewing some more bratty nonsense. Of course, the bratty nonsense was ultra-friggin' cute... He closed your mouth with a knuckle, and quirked a silver brow.

You swallowed, and steadied yourself. "Please....."

"Please what, huh?"

"Please don't stop touching me..."

"Nice. Nice. Yeah, that's a good girl." With that, Peter descended on you, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. His fingers found your cunt again, encircling the sensitive bundles of nerves.

"Such a good girl," he murmured into your lips.

Oh, you thought. So we're gonna' play that game.

#Quicksilver #Quicksilver x reader #Quicksilver x you #mydrabbles #Peter Maximoff x you #Peter Maximoff x reader

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her-favorite · 1 year

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Peter has got to be one of Evan’s cutest roles ever. I’m so in love with this dork <3

#barrysbrock #evan peters smut #evan peters #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #evan peters x reader #x men imagine #evan peters x you #quicksilver #quicksilver x you

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liminalsspace · 9 months

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For everyone that calls this man a bottom

I don’t see it. Not in a million years.

NOW THIS MAN

I do see it. Everyday a million years.

@perxide-prinxesss

#nightcrawler #new xmen #nightcrawler xmen #x men first class #x men movies #xmen #xmen fanart #xmensimp #quicksilver #quicksilver xmen #even peters #quicksilver x you #quicksilver x reader #nightcrawler imagine #nightcrawler x reader

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yanderemcu · 3 months

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Yandere Pietro Maximoff Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Carrying you,holding,cuddling,hugging,hair playing,Holding hands, caressing,stroking

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Isolation,silent treatment, teasing,force feeding,starving,ties you up, holding,spanking

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married. Have kids.

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Clothes,accessories, jewelry, food,sweets,stuff animals, blankets, pillows,flowers

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments and his jealous moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

He picks you up in his arms and speeds away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Quick and swift

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Precious,Princess, sweetheart,sweetie,love,my love,babe,baby, beautiful, my flower,my sweet, dear,baby girl,good girl

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He'd find another girl and pretend their you

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'll catch you before you can

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Caring,Sweet,Obsessive,Possessive, Clingy,Stalker,Overprotective, Delusional,Manipulative

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't want to hurt you

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Dodges all your attacks and tries to impress you with his super speed

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeding and ties you up

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you

#Yanderepietromaximoff #yanderequicksilver #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff #yandere boy #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #marvel #mcu

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 1 year

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can u do fem reader and peter and fem reader having to blow peter after he won a bet but after she finds out he rigged it she edges him till hes crying and begging for your forgivness

Omg yes, I love this. He would have been such a brat about winning too, rubbing it in the readers face and having the time of his life as she blows him. Until she finds out from one of the xmen that he rigged it. But he secretly loves being punished

“M-momma please” Peter cried, hips bucking up despite trying to pull you off. Fingers tangled in your hair as he yanked back, whining that it was too much. You ran your teeth along his base before pulling off, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his red aching tip. You pressed a feather like kiss to it before looking up at him with mock sympathy.

“Aw baby.” You cooed, hands coming to lay along his thighs, thumbs brushing the soft inside skin of them, making him shiver. Snaking to cup the fat of his ass and brush along his puckered hole. Peter’s breathing was shaky as he tried to even out his racing heart before you would start again. “You didn’t play fair, so why should I?”

Peter stared down at you with tear stained cheeks, his nose all red from his sniffling. His dark brown eyes blown wide and still glassy from his tears. Cheeks burning red and making his pale skin blotchy. He never looked prettier. “Please momma, I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse from his moaning, you loved how he sounded absolutely recked. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.” You mumbled, pressing light kisses along his thighs. “You’re just such a needy little slut that thought with his cock instead of your empty little head.” You teased. Peter’s cock twitched at your degradation, even more pre cum dribbling out and falling to stain your jeans.

Sitting up even further on your knees, you let your fingers dance along the soft pudge of his stomach and the silver trail of hair that led to his pretty cock. You stood up after a moment and pressed yourself fully into him, making him whine as the rough material of your jeans rubbed against his bare skin. “It’s alright baby, you can take it.” You smirked, hand squeezing his cock.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #quicksilver #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff xmen x reader #peter maximoff xmen #quicksilver smut #quicksilver xmen x reader #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you #peter maximoff fanfiction #sub peter #sub peter maximoff #marvel smut #evan peters characters #evan peters smut

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sebsbarnes · 4 months

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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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