#daddy!pietro maximoff x little!reader

[marvelfanfics1]

heyy I’ve been reading your marvel fics for a while and I finally decided to request! (I don’t do it often lol) I was thinking maybe daddy!pietro x fem!reader, maybe reader is tired and pietro gives them a bath, cuddles them, idk just fluffy stuff. hope your doing well :)

Sleepy Printessa

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Pietro x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/n: I finally wrote something Pietro, sorry for the long wait!

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"Are you tired, my love?" Pietro asked while he entered your playroom, seeing you yawning into your bunny stuffie.

"Mhm" you nod rubbing your eyes and then making grabby hands for him. "Wan cuddles"

"Daddy will give you a nice bath and then we can cuddle, okay?" he said and picked you up.

"Otay daddy" you mumbled on his shoulder and he kissed your head.

He sat you on the toilet seat and turned the faucet of the bathtub on before helping you out of your clothes.

"Daddy too?" you asked pointing to the tub.

"Yes, Daddy will join you, printessa" he said and you smiled clapping your hands.

Pietro took your hand and helped you step in first, then got rid of his clothes and stepped in behind you, grabbed the plastic cup to wet your hair while you were playing with the bath toys, splashing around a little.

Your Daddy got out first, dressed, and left to get your jammies. He helped you out and dried you off with a fluffy towel, pecking your lips when he pulled your shirt over your head and you smiled.

"You need help with brushing your teeth?" he asked and you shook your head.

"M big girl!" you said making your Daddy smile proudly.

While you were brushing your teeth Pietro was speeding through the floor you were sharing in the Avengers compound, getting your bed and bottle ready, and that all in a minute.

You spit out the remaining toothpaste and washed your face, in a blink of an eye you got picked up and were laying in bed in your daddy's arms.

You love it when Pietro makes zoomies with you, it makes your whole body tickle and instantly puts you in a good mood.

"All right, time to sleep now" he waited for you to be comfortable and handed you your stuffie, fastened a paci clip on your shirt, and reached out for your bottle.

You clapped your hands and he handed it to you. Pietro was telling you a funny story about him and Wanda from when they were younger while rubbing his hand over your tummy.

You fell asleep while drinking and when Pietro noticed you were only sucking on air he replaced the rubber from the bottle with your paci, pulling the sheets up to cover you both.

"Goodnight printessa" he whispered and kissed your forehead.

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Taglist

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Not since sokovia?

Content - age regression, cg!pietro, platonic!cg!avengers (mainly auntie!nat), crying, soft toys, sippy cups, cuddles, kind of forced age regression but not really, angst with a fluffy ending, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when you haven’t regressed in a long time your fellow avengers help you, and you get a new caregiver.

Authors note - I’m not kidding, this has been in my drafts for 4 months and I completely forgot about it, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy<3

Translation - my love = moya lyubov', little rascal = nemnogo negodyay, baby bunny = zaychik

6 months.

It had been 6 months since you last regressed.

You knew because the last time you allowed yourself to enter your comforting headspace it was the night before you raided struckers hydra base looking for lokis sceptre, the night you met pietro.

You were the most unlikely pair but somehow you just worked in perfect harmony.

You didn't think your heart could beat so fast until you saw those bullets coming towards him, luckily steve had thrown his vibranium shield fast enough to block them from hitting him of the child that he stepped into save.

You had stuck around together alot after that he could always make you laugh when you were sad and he just got you, he was the perfect partner.

But you still felt like you had to keep your regression a secret from him, not to mention wanda.

The two of you got along quite well, it was a journey for to you trust her after all the things she made you re live in your mind but once you gor to know her you understood her perspective.

Everything was going very well except your secretive situation and you weren't the only one who was beginning to notice it.

Your fellow avengers were too.

Everyday they expected their little avenger to come down the stairs and see them but Everyday they had been disappointed and worried.

Everytime you got close to slipping one of the twins would come in and you would fight it off, they were beginning to get very worried.

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You were sitting on the sofa watching a show from back home on the ridiculously sized plasma screen that tony had bought for the common room.

Seriously, it was so big that you had to move the sofa back to see the graphics.

A few minutes later you were alerted to natasha coming down the stairs and coming to join you "morning nat" you smiled at her. "Good morning Y/N" she yawned sitting down beside you.

Looking towards you she could see the tension in your features, you looked so uncomfortable.

"Y/N can I ask you a question?" "Yeah okay"

"When was the last time you let yourself regress?"

Yep, you really didn't want that to be the question.

Looking forward you tried to ignore it hoping she would desist with the questions you knew it was a long shot but you figured maybe it would work.

It definitely didn't.

You were so on the edge with all of the questions you could feel yourself slipping each second "please tell me it's at least within the last month" "Tasha please" "the last two" she asked with desperation "tash please" the last three-" "Natasha!" You whined tears slipping down your face "Oh babes I'm sorry" she sighed embracing you gently.

"I didn't mean to make you upset I'm just worried about you" she said moving a stand of hair out of your eyes "I know" you whimpered into her shoulder

"sokovia" you heard her say quietly.

"What?" "Y/N please tell me you've regressed since sokovia." She said tenderly. You remained silent avoiding her eye, lying was never something you were good at.

"Oh honey" she sighed rubbing your arm gently “you know what, I don’t have anything to do today I can help if you want” “no” you mumbled you weren’t going to give in.

“Y/N is this because of pietro?” "no of course it's not" you exclaimed beginning to get frustrated moving up from your seat and storming back upstairs leaving Nat on the sofa alone.

“Oh Y/N” she sighed getting up and moving to the kitchenette where all the others were “we need to talk to the twins.”

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It had been a few hours since your outburst with Nat, you felt bad about it but at the same time if you regressed then you wouldn’t have been able to come out.

Moving back down the stairs you went looking for Natasha to apologise, you found her and the rest of your fellow avengers sitting in the main room surrounded by your little items and a children’s show playing in the background.

You tried to leave by steve picked you up and placed you on the sofa ignore your kicking.

“Y/N this is not healthy, you need to regress” bruce said sternly turning up the volume on the television slightly.

“But it’s-“ “nuh uh” tony said picking up your soft kitten toy and passing it to you “no arguing little one, you need to regress your regressing”

You had been battling your little mindset for 15 minutes before it took over you, god it felt lovely after so long.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled cuddling onto your soft toy and relaxing into the sofa looking at Nat “oh it’s okay lovely girl” she chuckled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

An hour and a half went by and you were very relaxed, you didn’t fully realise how much you missed it.

All of a sudden you heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs and you sat up and threw your toy to the side.

“Hey hey, what’s all this?” You heard Pietro’s sokovian tongue come towards you, you expected him to get confused and leave the room, but he stayed.

He placed a kiss to the top of your nose and lifted you up onto his hip signalling to Wanda to pick up your kitten.

“It’s okay moya lyubov', I’m staying” he whispered sitting down on the sofa with you laying against his chest “I’m staying”

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You had been little for a few days after that due to you being big for so long and pietro got the gist of things pretty quickly, the other avengers told him how you like things and Wanda had a go too in case she ever wanted to babysit you.

You were currently sat on your beanbag with a discarded colouring in book on your left and your soppy cup on your right.

You felt your eyes getting sore and tired completely exhausted “dada” you mumbled softly to pietro reaching over to the sofa “yes nemnogo negodyay?” “I’m tired”

“Let’s get you to bed then” he chuckled lifting you up on his hip, gently placing you down on the bed he pulled the thick duvet over you and passed youa soft toy.

“Have a nice sleep zaychik”

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[gingiesworld]

I'm Hardly Sexy

Innocent Wanda Maximoff x Playboy GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Reader has a penis. Mutual Masterbation. Oral. (W recieving)

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N and Wanda had been roommates since the start of Freshman year. Of course they couldn't be more polar opposites. Wanda was Daddy's little girl. Innocent and couldn't do no wrong, but Y/N felt responsible for Wanda, especially when the two were invited out to parties. As much as they wanted to hook up, they remained near Wanda as she sipped on her soda.

"Do you have the right flavour?" Wanda asked as Y/N came in with the bags of snacks for the two.

"Of course." They smirked as Wanda done a little happy dance when she got out her favourite flavour of chips. "Did you set it up?" Y/N asked her.

"Of course." Wanda told them. "I just can't believe that it's the only dvd I haven't watched." Y/N smiled before disappearing to get into something comfortable. When Y/N entered the living room, Wanda was already sat on the sofa, a blanket covering her short shorts. Their snacks and drinks already set on the table.

"So, The Evil Dead?" They smirked as Wanda nodded. Noting that it isn't something that Wanda watches, she tends to stay away from horrors and thrillers.

"Pietro got it for me for our birthday." She told them timidly, Y/N nodded knowing it must have been a joke present from her twin.

"Let's watch it then." Y/N smirked as Wanda pressed play. Having already watched it when they were younger, they kept their arm resting on the back of the sofa knowing that Wanda will want their comfort in the moments to come.

Halfway through the movie, Wanda found herself on Y/N's lap, her head in their neck as she heard the screams coming from the TV. When she heard a particular shriek, she moved closer to them. Not realising that she had grinded against their crotch. Y/N groaned at the sensation, their cock growing harder with each movement.

"What's that?" Wanda asked as she moved back to look in their eyes.

"What?" They questioned as she raised her eyebrow.

"In your pocket?" She queried.

"I don't have pockets." They told her. "But that happens when there is a particularly sexy woman on my lap."

"I'm hardly sexy." She whispered as she looked down. Y/N gripped her hips and pressed her down on their lap. She gasp at the pressure against her clit.

"You are sexy because you do this to me Wanda." They husked as they pulled the collar of her shirt down. Looking from her collarbone up her neck to her jaw. "So fucking sexy." As they traced her skin with their finger. "Do you want me to make you feel sexy?" They leaned in and nudged her nose with theirs.

"Please." She answered breathlessly, with that Y/N took her lips in theirs, a passionate and needy kiss as they guided her the grind on their lap.

"Let me hear those little moans." They told her as they moved their kisses to her neck. She tilted her head to give them more access as they sucked on her skin. Marking her. Wanda gasped as they moved her to lay down, kissing down her collarbone as their hands ran up her sides softly, lifting her t shirt up and off. Kissing down her chest, taking a nipple in their mouth and sucking softly.

"That feels good." She whispered as she held her hands at her sides, unsure of what to do as Y/N worshipped her body. Slowly kissing down her stomach. Reaching the waistband of her shorts. Pulling them down along with her underwear.

"You are sexy Wanda." Y/N whispered as they spread her legs further apart. Their mouth watering at the sight of her puffy clit and dripping folds. They didn't waste any time in diving in, licking and sucking her clit as Wanda arched her back, rolling her hips with instinct.

"Oh." She moaned lewdly as they slid their tongue into her entrance as their nose rubbed her clit. Y/N devoured her like she was their last meal. "I feel weird." She said as she tried to push them away. They fought against her and went deeper and faster. "Oh my." She started to scream as an unknown pleasure came over her. Y/N lapped up every drop before kissing up her body.

"Are you ok?" They asked her as she opened her eyes, looking through her eyelashes.

"Yes." She breathed out. "That was."

"Amazing." Y/N smiled at her softly as they brushed her hair from her face. Leaning down to kiss Wanda tenderly, making her whimper as she felt their hardened cock against her clit.

"What about you?" Wanda asked them shyly.

"I can sort myself out." They shrugged as they stood up. Wanda jumped at the sound of a scream on the TV before following Y/N to their room. Not realising that they had sat on their bed. Unable to tear her eyes away from their hand movements. "Have you ever touched yourself Wanda?"

"No." She whispered shyly as she wrapped the blanket around her.

"Sit. Lean up against the headboard." She did as she was told. Y/N took the blanket from her. "Spread your legs." They told her as they knelt before her. "Don't be embarrassed, we all do it." They took her right hand and led it to her core. "Rub yourself." They sat back and started to jerk themselves off, never taking their eyes away from her naked form. "Don't be afraid to insert a finger." They watched as her face contorted in pleasure. "Find your pace." They grunted as they continued. "Fuck. Use your other hand to rub your nipple. Pinch them." Wanda's moans only spurred them on as they got closer. "Insert another." Wanda continued to do as Y/N told her, even after they had came, rubbing the cum from their cock on her lips before sticking their fingers in her mouth, smirking as she sucked on them. "Are you close?" They asked her as she nodded, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Go faster and add another finger." Wanda's eyes closed as she felt herself stumble over the edge. Y/N rubbed her thigh as she calmed down from her second high.

"I have so much to teach you Wanda." They husked out as they gripped her jaw, kissing her roughly as their tongue invaded her mouth.

Taglist: @maximotts @blackqueer18 @leolionsblog

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff x you #elizabeth olsen x reader

[angelltheninth]

NSFW Masterlist Part 3

MCU

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader - Only a Touch

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader - Interrogation and Reward

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader - Silver Tongued Devil

Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader - Empty on the Inside

Namor Eating You Out

Namor with a Breeding Kink

MCU Characters + Boobs or Ass

Peter Maximoff with a Flexible Reader

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Restraining Vengeance

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Shopping Has Many Benefits

Catching Bruce Masturbating

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Warm Showers Always Help

Bruce Wayne with a Virgin Reader

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Remind Me to Hate You

ARCANE

Finn x Fem!Reader x Sevika - Sharing is Caring or Something Like It

Sevika x Fem!Reader - Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

Marcus x Fem!Reader - Tell Me Under the Table

Vander Getting Cockblocked

Giving Arcane Characters Oral While They Work

Dominant Vander Headcanons

Arcane Women + Mutual Masturbation

Friends with Benefits with Vi

Silco x Fem!Reader - Quaking with Lust

Resolved Sexual Tension with Vi

Arcane Men + Morning Wood

Vander Being Too Big For You

Arcane Men + How Long Do They Last

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genshin Impact Men + Sex Pollen

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Unpleasant Yet Greedy

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Instincts of a Calm Mind

Cyno + Sir Kink

Dainsleif x Fem!Reader - More Than You Can Take

Dottore x Fem!Reader - Knife Treatment

Tighnari Spends Your Heat with You

Zhongli x Fem!Bunny!Reader

Childe With A Pregnant Reader

Genshin Men with a Succubus Girlfriend

Genshin Men + Boobs, Ass or Thighs

Incubus Kaveh and Al-Haitham

Yandere Itto Headcanons

Genshin Men Having a Baby Fever

Itto and Gorou when You Ask Them to Breed You

Ayato, Cyno, Al-Haitham and Kaveh Take Your Virginity

Enemies to Lovers with Itto

Abyss Lumine Dominates You

Friends with Benefits with Genshin Men

Wedding Night with Gentle!Dom!Pantalone

Teasing Genshin Men Under the Table

Pantalone, Ayato and Zhongli During a Striptease

Giving Childe a Blowjob After a Shower

Genshin Men Reacting to Cock Worship

Professor Zhongli Headcanons

Genshin Men with a S/O Who's Shy During Sex

Scaramouche with A Wolf!Hybrid!Reader in Heat

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Helping Hand

BLUE LOCK

Letting Ryosuke Use You for Stress Relief

Making Out with Bachira

Cockwarming Sae

Being Baro's Reward

Bachira Fucks You in His Sleep

Bachira Eating You Out

Kunigami Rensuke + Dry Humping

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader - Poison Just as Sweet

Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader - Ride You Don't Want to End

Virginity Loss with Jamil Viper

Trey Clover x Fem!Reader - Man of Many Talents

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader - I Was Meant to Be Yours

VALORANT

Rivals to Lovers with Yoru

Harbor x Fem!Reader - Absence Makes the Horny Grow Stronger

Viper x Fem!Reader - Snake Eyes

Reyna x Fem!Reader - A Little Death Before the Gala

Fade x Fem!Reader - Who Will You Be When You're Afraid

Chamber x Fem!Reader - Buying What You're Selling Them

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - The Hating Game

Haruta Being Overstimulated

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Way of the Househusband Nanami Kento

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - One Hell of a Time

Pussydrunk Geto Suguru Headcanons

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

Albert James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Mind Over Lust

Sherlock Holmes Gets Needy in Your Office

William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Know Your Place

CHAINSAW MAN

Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Win Your Prize

Makima x Fem!Reader - Pretty Little Pet

Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Pass Me Your Last Cigarette

Car Sex with Aki Hayakawa

First Time with Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe and Angel Devil

THE ARCANA

Portia x Fem!Reader - Little Slice of Heaven

Asra x Fem!Reader - Sell Me a Dream

Bondage and Brat Taming with Julian Devorak

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Pregnant Sex with Daemon

Daemon x Fem!Reader - Piece Offering to the Cruel Prince

Aemond + Dirty Talk

Gossip and Dumbification with Dom!Daddy Larys Strong

Post Injury Recovery Sex with Daemon

STAR WARS

The Bad Batch + Stamina

Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader - It's Called a Cockpit for a Reason

Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Cold, Hard Touch

Star Wars Men Threesomes

Cassian Andor Thanks You in A Special Way

The Bad Batch NSFW Headcanons

#masterlist #genshin impact x reader #jjk x reader #mcu x reader #dc comics x reader #chainsaw man x reader #arcane x reader #blue lock x reader #asoif x reader #yuumori x reader #valorant x reader

[wmarximoff]

𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐚 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: because only you can make Wanda feel at home.

warnings (18+): smut, strap-on sex (r receiving), name-calling, spanking, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, choking, weed consumption, mental health issues. MINORS DNI.

pairing: stoner!emo!Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 5k

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In the light of Wanda Maximoff's gaze the stars did not twinkle in flashes of silver that night – but neither they did during the night before that, or even the other night before that, one colder on the skin than the other, the light slowly fading into the dull, aged silver of the big city sky. There was no sparkle in those eyes that stared at the dark sky above her head.

The noise from the street below, the cars and passers-by and that sound of life, didn't reach up there on the seventh floor – everything blended into an amalgamation just down there, a distant and reserved experience. The sky vault was vast and absconding like a black hole that swallows everything that orbits it, and the apartment was closer to the sky than to the earth. The stars were there as they always were, but each twilight was duller than the previous one.

Not that Wanda wasn't used to a kind of internal calluses, but even the unlit night sky reflected the mood of those dead eyes in a somber emerald green, which didn't see the brightness of the world around her – eyes that didn't see anything else, as in a kind of trance, a willful blindness of blurred faces.

Even if the night had been serene and peaceful, a veil of moonlight draped over the metal of the rings spread across the lengths of her fingers, there would still be no glow that could pierce the shrouded bubble around Wanda's hunched silhouette, who smoked a long, white cigarette with a yellow filter, placidly seated in a chair with withered legs made of dark and solid plastic – the apartment's balcony was as modest as a boat that can only hold two or three people, and a group of four people would not fit there even squeezed against each other, with their elbows and shoulders touching as if inside a crowded elevator.

The Bronx apartment was small, the best a couple of college students with a part-time job could afford on the lowest paycheck. For a pair of twins like that, it was almost like sharing the visceral walls of the same uterus again.

Sokovian literature accompanied her open just above her pale thighs joined together, who was only wearing light denim shorts on that tragic New York summer night, warm and dry. This one, however, was a small book in a soft cream cover, scarcely more than a hundred bound pages—a crowded metric of Cyrillic letters in uniform stanzas; poems in a language reminiscent of her native tongue, her mother's favorites. Wanda hated poems and she hated her mother as well.

But sometimes, as if in a sardonic torture, it was necessary to conjure up that ghost of the past, foreboding and restless, struggling at its core, because the shroud of monotony was too much in the bosom of the newfound adult life in the big city, so far from home as Wanda was. She had gone to study, away from war and famine and her mother – but poverty has to be a constant specter in a young immigrant's life, like a hidden tumor, sucking little by little.

Sometimes homesickness visited her at night, when the world was too much to bear outside her comfort zone. And then came the urge, the chest pulsing hard, crackling under her skin, seeking refuge in the idea of that creature who primarily should offer her some kind of comfort, however Wanda did not actually taste that source of support as primigenous as Pietro Maximoff, her twin brother, had done, drinking it straight from the fountain.

Pietro was sweet, a good boy and a fine son, but their mother hated her as much as only a mother can love a daughter. And Wanda loved her as much as a daughter can hate a mother.

And so she read, traced with the tip of her peeling black-painted fingernail each line of that little set of Sokovian poems, looking for comfort where she thought she could find it in those withered lines. But it didn't do any good, not when Wanda hated poems, thought they were boring and pointless. And even the cigarettes didn't help her enjoy them with an active air of a condemned intellectual, despite the fact that she loved the sweet, harsh death that smoked down her throat, quieting her since the beginning of the immature nerves of adolescence.

But it wasn't the infuriating poems or the countless cigarette butts pressed against the hollow bottom of a metal ashtray one after the other like a handful of unlit candles stuffed into the top of a birthday cake, or the memory of a monotone childhood in the Sokovian province that would fill the void in her chest, and that Wanda had always known.

Poems were boring, cigarettes were rotting her insides, and from the bosom of youth she'd yearned to pack up her things and leave Sokovia behind for good, without a kiss or a goodbye. But the dream died still in the womb – there was, far from home, a certain depressing monotony, so different from the monotony of living a life in a place where you don't want to be, imbued in the action that was occasionally crossed by long sleepless nights, in the company of stress and intrusive thoughts.

She didn't feel at home in New York, but Sokovia had never been her home either. But finding a certain degree of depressed boredom within her dream seemed worse to Wanda than the monotony of living in a house where everything looked the same. There was something wistful for her to discover that everything she'd ever wanted could be just as depressing.

There was just something wrong, something wrong with her spirits, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle that didn't quite fit together. Maybe the world didn't spin for her the way it did for others. Maybe she just expected too much from a world that always offered so little.

“Are you smoking on the balcony again, Wanda?”

The voice came rumbling from within the walls of the small apartment, from the back of her head – a high, masculine tone and charged with that hard-talking rhythm of south-eastern European accent still limiting the pronunciation of the English words, sanding them harshly, as in a solid chant.

“I am,” was her reply, the dull tone of a corpse still harboring a soul that struggles to shed its shell, her accent sounding just as strong as his, “I kind of needed this right now.”

“Dude, you know you need to stop doing it.”

Towards Wanda then, from the profuse darkness of a living room with lights out and gushing dimness that swallowed the hand-me-down furniture placed there, the figure of a young boy halfway to finish performing the thrusting motion his elbow into the right hole of a dark blue denim jacket, new and clean, freshly pressed and still smelling of lavender fabric softener.

Wanda looked at him with emerald irises tired by poetry, from under her long lepidopterous lashes laden with smoke – Pietro, tall and strong, had tresses of his poorly bleached hair cut short, a mane of unruly hair soft to the touch, and a beard with wisps of unmade dark threads carpeting his square jaw and around his thin lips. There was something herculean about the boy; he had always been something of an athletic, if even dour, type, a hit with the young ladies their age, the twins. The Fast Jock and the Weird Girl.

“You smoke all the time too, don't be a hypocrite now, Piet. Isn’t fair.”

“It's not because of that,” snapped her twin brother in bad manner, creasing a patch of fur between his bushy brows, then adjusting the cut of the jacket to his broad shoulders as he grabbed her by the lapels in his big hands, pulling the garment forward.

Although not so close to her brother, separated by the distance of an outstretched arm, Wanda was quite capable of distinguishing the aroma of woody cologne and fresh and striking deodorant, like a walk through the men's cosmetics section in a corner pharmacy.

“The neighbors will complain about the smell again and you know we don't have the money to pay another fine. Miss Harkness will be the first to complain, you know she always does. I'm not going to pay anything now, I don't have a penny left in my pocket. You'll have to manage to pay that fine if she complains again. And you’re the one doing the talking this time, not me.”

“Miss Harkness hates me,” Jadish eyes rolled in their sockets, a twirl of scorn, “She will complain about me every chance she gets.”

“Just put this shit off, c’mon.”

“No.”

“Wanda.”

But Wanda yielded to the stern blue gaze of her older twin brother, and with a single flick of her right wrist, she pressed the burning end of her cigarette against the bottom of a red tin ashtray placed just above the small table next to her, imagining that that piece of metal blurred by ember ash and toasted smoke was the pointed face of the middle-aged landlady, owner of profuse brown locks and a big pearly smile, who was always carrying in her arm a white rabbit, old and fat, almost similar to a puffy domestic cat.

“Okay, are you happy now?”

“My pocket certainly is, yeah,” the boy with the unnaturally pale hair muttered under his breath, before turning on heels shoved in white sneakers and turning his back on his sister, sitting in the high chair on the balcony.

“And why is this house so dark, eh? Turn on some lights every now and then, Wanda. We’re not animals living in a cave. This looks like one of those vampire movies... you're in your vampire phase again, is that it?”

The single lamp on the ceiling of the room had been turned on by Pietro's indicator pushing the plastic switch up, a beam of pearly white light coming from inside the house, passing through the tall sliding glass doors and bothering Wanda's irises, acclimated to the darkness of a dull night, in a corrosive ardor that incited her to squint her eyelids and crease her brow like a nocturnal animal exposed to the artificial light of a car lantern on the road, hiding her face behind a curtain of thick long, dark hair in a back-necked motion.

Then Wanda, her pale face exposed to the plastic light of the ceiling lamp, suddenly became aware of her brother's state – the newly acquired jacket still smelling of the clothing store, the sneakers clean with soapy water, the collar of the shirt all perfumed and his hair well combed, the ends of his beard well trimmed, he all spotless and smelling good. And a crease of curiosity crept between her dark brows, because Pietro's usual state consisted of basketball shorts and an alternation or two between a pair of baggy shirts that he didn't wash all that often.

“Why are you so dressed up like that? That jacket is new,” she got to her feet then, the soles of her bare dusty feet hitting the cold balcony floor before stepping onto the warm floorboards inside the house, “Are you going to some job interview or something?”

“Job interview on a Saturday night, сестричко? Pff, yeah, I'm going out with a girl. You know, like actual normal people do on their free weekends.”

Pietro looked at her with a mischievous little smile broken at the corner of his thin lips, calling her “little sister” in his native language as he always did when he was purposely teasing her, treating her like a little girl, a silly girl and so ignorant of the lives of adults they should have at the end of that time in life, in a youth encapsulated in the advent of adulthood, which in all its layer of social shyness could never have considered the fact that the brother was going on a date.

And Wanda's brows furrowed for a bit, a thin squeegee of embarrassing embarrassment tugging at the pit of her stomach, her ego vaguely insulted by that childishness insinuated by Pietro – because indeed it was Saturday night, a hot and sultry night of summer in the Big Apple, and the young twin had organized no program for herself but reading pages of Sokovian poetry until her brain became an overworked illiterate while she smoked the ashes of her meager existence, interspersing the two actions between sips here and there of red tea that would eventually cool down and spill all over into her cup. College life hadn't been as kind to Wanda as it had been to Pietro, after all.

“But,” she muttered in a tight voice, brows still pinched together, “But I thought today we were going to—”

“Man, to tell you the truth I'm already well short of time,” the guy then pressed the pad of his right thumb against the side of the cell phone he fished out of the back pocket of his dark jeans, unlocking the device's screen in a flash of white glow next to his apollonian nose, which kind of hinted at the structure of her own.

“Damn it, it's almost half past eight – Monica will kill me if I'm late again. Just... you don't have to wait up for me, right Wanda? If anything, just give me a call,” and Wanda followed him with her eyes, her mouth still half open in a dead sentence, when Pietro's right fingers closed around the tin handle of the front door.

“Побачимось.”

And so Pietro was gone, the door closing with a metallic click behind him without the real expectation of a not really necessary answer from his sister, the parting word already echoing from the corridor outside. He never expected a comeback, it's true. And once again Wanda found herself alone, prostrate like a dead plant in a red clay pot in the heart of that apartment with its withered bare walls and warm floor, sulky and damp during the sticky seasons of heat and cold and bitter in the seasonal blows of winter.

Before the height of her stomach, her right fingers fit into the crooks of her left fingers, her fingertips fidgeting with the handful of silver rings dotted there, twirling them, pressing and pulling them around the spans of her fingers. The dark nail polish on her thumbnail was scratched, but she didn't care about it that much.

Pietro didn't come back for something he hadn't forgotten, but Wanda continued to stand at the door like the most faithful of dogs, as if he were going to open the door and say he'd changed his mind, opting for an evening washed down with salty buckets of popcorn and classic American sitcom along with his little sister's company. But there wasn't that. Nothing happened minutes later. From the kitchen faucet, dripping water trickled into the aluminum sink at a broken, faintly vertiginous rhythm. A fly tinkled its little fluttering wings around the lamp above her head of dark hair.

And then isolation took hold in Wanda who caged the oxygen inside her lungs, as if that house and its walls were nothing more than a bulwark that segregated her from the outside world to that door through which her brother had left her, as if the small apartment in the Bronx was her own cocoon of the social, an abode that harbored a being unworthy of sunlight, a being similar to her.

Wanda found herself trapped in a dilemma as much as she was trapped inside her own home, her body and her mind. She was tired of being hemmed in by the ceiling and floor of the apartment, and she could no longer bear the thought that with Pietro far away, as far away as he was now, being the social animal he always was, Wanda would have to be haunted by the company itself.

Without him there was just her, alone and aimless, like a shipwrecked man floating on an old, swollen piece of wood in a vast ocean where sky and sea met on the horizon, no sign of life nearby, the water so deep and dismal that you couldn't see the sand at the bottom. Just her, floating alone in the dark.

And, together from the pillars of their maternal womb, that primary cradle shared between the two twin children, Wanda did not feel that in fact she had been born to be just her, to live a life as reclusive as the experiences of today's hermit that were available before her, and despite her assertion to her brother that solitude was good for her reclusive spirit, the caliber of her involuntary anthropophobia gave an anxious squeeze to the core of young Wanda Maximoff's chest.

Solitude pleased her, but she only evoked a profuse disgust at the idea of loneliness, of isolation. Wanda feared being alone with her own thoughts.

“Fuck it.” Her peach lips curled into a long thin, taut line.

With the fingers of her right hand, Wanda searched for something in the pocket of her thin burgundy knit jacket, her black nails cut short, then slipping lightly over the half-dented pack of cigarettes also placed inside to, finally, hook against the material of her phone with which cigarettes shared space inside the cut in her pocket. She picked up the device with a certainty born of the anxious restlessness that gushed in the walls of her pharynx.

Wanda then reached for it with a movement of her elbow, bringing her phone close to the round tip of her button nose, unlocking the device's screen with the help of her right thumb. And, without hesitating to dive into that cluster of digital apps, she did what she had to do – what everything in that pitifully withdrawn situation in which she found herself in her own social exile compelled her to do, the digits of her fingers pressing the glass screen, typing on the digital keyboard.

hey can you come over?

piet is out

And then, after a second or two, a new message typed by her quick fingers flashed.

i don't wanna be alone tonight

The emerald eyes, profuse and dull in their clear irises, screwed up in anticipation of the answer like a faithful waiting for a sign from their god, staring at that little speech bubble as long as she could.

The folds of Wanda's fingers pressed against the edges of the poor phone, the loops of her rings scraping against the dark plastic. Just waiting, anticipating, fingers curled, anxiety bubbling in scarlet bubbles inside her stomach. And then, a prompt response popped up in the chat shared with that other number.

Of course I can go.

I'll be there soon, Wands .

She took a long, deep gulp of oxygen that rushed in and inflated her lungs in a refreshing release, excarcerating it right away. The muscles in both her shoulders softened into the red hooded jacket she wore – there would be no more loneliness to swallow or tears to shed. Soon you would be there for her. And it only took an interval of fifteen minutes for Wanda to open inwards the door that Pietro had closed behind him twenty-five minutes before, with a hard movement of her right elbow taut against her ribs.

That was how her gaze moved in midair so that, in such a way, it clung to your expectant eyes, which intuitively sought her greenish irises as soon as the door was opened to the inside of the apartment – and there you were, you, standing in front of her door, standing in the long, deserted hallway, staring in mutual care at Wanda's grim-faced face; the chiseled arch of her brows, the delicate lines of her button nose, the well-defined arch of her mouth and high cheekbones.

Opening the door at that moment was like opening the way for all loneliness to go away, because then you were there, there for her.

“Hey,” your lips curled into a chaste smile, “Hey, Wands.”

“Thank you.”

And then, desperate, tormented by a ghostly worry, Wanda, speechless from any verbal response to her affable greeting, walked towards you with a long-winded expression on her pretty, lightly made-up, cigarette-scented face, wanting nothing more than her girl in her own arms.

And she cupped both sides of your face between the warm palms of her hands, bringing her lips to you which she padded with her own mouth in a necessary clash, feeling you uplifted against her body, overwhelmed with her own miseries, just trying to feel nothing but you.

Your lips collided then, her hands holding you close, her rings feeling like little cool spots on the skin of your cheeks, such a disparate awareness of Wanda's warm, caring touch. There would be no better touch in the world for you than the one that displayed all the affection you knew Wanda had for you – a symbolic pair of hands on your cheeks, not only to feel you, but also to hold you and worship her. To prove she knew you were there for her like no one else would be.

“Thank you.”

Wanda muttered in a breath of hot air brushing against the pulps of your lips, still feeling the ghost of your warm lips against hers, a delicious tingle running across her tongue, tasting of ecstasy – lids closed, your foreheads touching almost shyly.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“I'm here now, Wanda. I am here for you.”

Her warm fingers caressed the skin of your cheeks, instilling a placid serenity in her body. Short nails, coated in black nail polish, traced invisible lines across your cheekbones. Wanda reeked of melancholy and fear like the back of Marlboro cigarettes. And she kissed you once more, and then again and again, interspersing the kisses between little whispers of thanks, declarations for the void to hear. She continued until the automatic lights in the hallway went out.

ᗢ

Puddles of fabric were the pieces of clothing abandoned on the bare wooden floor like helpless stray animals. When Wanda looked up, the movement was conducive to her becoming aware of the erratic pattern where one fold of wallpaper stuck to another on the wall in front of her. It was a rather threadbare wallpaper, derived in the most accurate sense of the word from a faded red wine red that had been there before she moved into that apartment. Her orientation perspective was choked and restrained at that point – her fingertips seemed to enjoy the feel of warm flesh pressed against them, soft and firm at the same time.

Even though her vision was clouded, splattered on her lepidopterous eyelashes by drowsy droplets of a soft intoxication, she saw herself, as if able to smile to herself, lightheaded, her eyes dark green like moss – she was high because you had smoked a joint together some time ago, on the balcony (your elbows brushing and she looking at your glow under the starry sky, because no star would shine brighter than the twinkle inside your irises when Wanda looked at you, hiding the world around you two behind a foggy layer of smoke).

A thick bead of sweat formed above her temple, in her dark hairline, pouring down the length of her pale face until it dripped from her chin, just past the sharp bulge of her left cheekbone. A drop that landed on the arched back below her.

“F–fuck, daddy! Daddy!”

A high-pitched sound vibrated through the room's four red walls—the crack of a slap delivered against your skin, a smack that Wanda made sure to mark on your bottom in euphoric readiness, her fingers in pink welts on your skin, because something in her always delighted to press the bruises with which she bestowed you, ever making your flesh her possession. She loved to mark you, to make your body her perfect picture, the masterpiece of those hands that yearned for her warm skin.

“You're a fucking bitch,” she snorted in a hint of a harsh accent, “My bitch. My favorite bitch.”

“Daddy's favorite,” you repeated in a voice choked with weed and pleasure, and an electric shiver runs down Wanda's spine.

The shudder cost her a break in her rhythm and roughness and rhythm, that long scarlet silicone strap sliding to reach inside the wet folds of your pussy, but you didn't realize it, not how she did it – after all, your face plunged into the pillowcase that emanated the sweet aroma of Wanda's shampoo, the folds of your fingers hooking on the sheets that reeked of her woody perfume, as if submerging in a red mist that she referred to so much, you wouldn't have noticed that her hips wobbled once.

It was like being swallowed by her everywhere, and so you screamed, howled like a bitch in heat – and Wanda appreciated how loud you could be. Claiming her name, how good she, only she, was able to make you feel, and that you were close. Definitely close. In muffled pleas begging daddy to go faster and stronger, deeper and harder towards your womb – and behind the strap she felt her own clit every time the tip of the toy thrust into your cervix.

An indecency was arranged in your closed eyelashes when Wanda looked at you from behind, both of you being without any clothing to cover the length of your bodies as you were, as naked as the day you were born as she fucked you from behind. And at that moment, a welcoming warmth radiated from your broad-shouldered body, and for Wanda, it was like seeing herself integrated into a puddle of torrid sunlight, fulfilling her need to have you close; her arms wrapped around you from behind, her bare breasts pressed against the pale skin of your back, her feeling you there, belonging to her, moving with her.

“Daddy– please! Please wanna cum– I wanna–”

Entranced in a flash of wild desire, feeling Wanda's deft hand move across the skin of your abdomen, being smoothed by the eager digits of her left hand's clever fingers wandering southward down your body, into your tasteless hips, your mouth throbbed lewdly.

“Daddy!”

Her face was hidden in the contour of your neck, in the shoulder joint sprinkled with sloppy bruises, so that Wanda would be able to nibble, from there, a fresh patch of warm skin, easing the burning and tingling that came from the act with the tip of her tongue; her greedy nose tangled in a few profuse locks of your sweaty hair.

Your throat flexed, spilling out a breathy needy moan that pulsed against the line of your teeth. In sync your bodies moved on top of the mattress of her bed, back and forth.

“I wanna come on you,” she gasped, “I wanna mark you as mine. I'll paint your fucking womb white with my load, baby. I’ll break you until no one can use you but me. You're my fuck hole – mine, mine, and nobody else's.”

“Y– yours! I’m yours, daddy, yours!” But there was a hitch in your speech, words squeezing into your throat when Wanda's five right fingers closed against the outline of your neck, screwing into your skin like a thick rope. Saliva seeped from the corner of your lips, down into your chin.

 The roar that bloomed through a crack in her lips had been a husky murmur. As her right hand was busy squeezing your neck, her left was busy plucking the pulsing nerve between your legs—so needy, an urgency growing in your bones and flesh, yearning for the ardor of her figure. Wanda, who unfolded to you with such care and mastery, her inhuman touch burning over your skin.

Her fingertips brushed your fine wet, rough pubic hair, and Wanda took a deep breath, her chest rising heavily and falling lightly, snorting a breath of warm air against the hollow of your ear—the scorching skin of her torso girding itself against your spine, who saw yourself as being able to feel the two swollen nipples pressed against your stinging shoulder blades, her thick her cock still straining your insides in a continuous, harsh back-and-forth.

“Fuck,” her tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth, followed by a curse in her native language, “You are mine, Y/n, you’ll always be mine. Mine. No one else is going to have you but me, fuck, I– I'll make sure of it, I, I'll come on you. I'm going to stuff you so everyone knows you're my bitch walking around with my cum leaking out of you.”

Your ecstasy compelled you to choke on a groan coiled in your throat, and at Wanda's speech you rolled your hips back, fucking yourself in her cock, begging for more, as debilitating when against something as simple as a touch, a simple touch of ethereal fingers, despite the strap that widened you from the inside. Wanda was the only one capable of tearing your brittle body to pieces if she wanted to, and even the vaguest idea made her blood boil in her veins.

“W-Wanna cum,” was a moan from you, your brows meeting furrowed across your peach flushed face; you sounded a little dizzy in your rambling speech, pressing your fingers against the sheet.

“Wanna cum around daddy's cock, wanna–”

“Fuck, I'm gonna come inside your greedy little cunt, gonna– fuck, Y/n!”

Before her you came in a rush of nasal groaning – harsh and confused. Screaming for Wanda, pressing your ass against her hips, shaking. But she buried herself back in you one or two more times before she did it on her own – your walls quivering and tight, familiar and pleasant enough before Wanda plunged her orgasm inside you. And in such a way that she did it, as if just being inside you was what was needed to untie the knot at her primordial apex, then a hand below her navel.

“I'm fucking coming inside you!”

She couldn't actually do it, not the way she really wanted to, but it was enough to feel that familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach when she was there, in that position, that characteristic sting of orgasm digging in her belly. Wanda withdrew from you, your glittering liquid glistening around the strap that the dark harness fastened to her waist, and, with her head seeming to weigh more than the rest of her body, Wanda toppled forward, landing on the slats bed next to you panting, in which the chest rose and fell with an impressive weight.

“Fuck… fuck.”

Her lids squint over the heavy gaze, the world dimming for a second, awareness slipping away. Eyes closed, the room immersed in a puddle of accentuated silence. Then a minute passed. And two and three. There was a click of the spark wheel of a lighter rolling against the stone, gas coming out and paper burning. Wanda's nostrils were filled with a hissing odor of burning grass, smoke reaching her. Her eyelids fluttered open.

With your spine leaning against the wallpaper behind the bed, you, sitting there, were lost in the red – the remnants of the summit ascended in a moment of pleasure smeared the inner sides of your thighs, like a ghost of what was once the climax of the carnal act in which they were so vividly engaged. Swallowing a lit joint between your fingers, Wanda never found you as beautiful as she did at that moment, high and fucked, light for the orgasm and the weed.

“You… are really mine, aren't you?” she asked in a grim voice thread, that accent rolling between the words she alluded to.

You looked at her, “Of course I'm yours. Just as you are mine, silly.”

She just looked at you, silent as she could be.

“Give me a hit,” one hand reached out, reaching for what you held. To disconnect from the world and just feel you.

But, holding the rolled cigarette between the extension of your fingers, Wanda realized that an idea took place behind your empty eyes. You then pressed the commission of your lips around the joint, inhaling that dense smoke to the core of your lungs before, then, reclining your face in front of Wanda, who was still lying down.

The ends of your hair grazed her left nipple as your wet lips met, and you let the smoke trapped in your lungs slip into her open mouth before finally kissing her, her tongue slipping between your teeth, her left fingers tangling in the hair above the nape of your neck, holding you close. When you broke apart, Wanda blinked in ecstasy – your noses were almost touching again.

“You're not going to leave me, are you?” was a sigh against your lips, “You won't abandon me, Y/n.”

“I won't,” you smiled, “Because I love you, Wands. I love you. You know I'll always come when you call.”

And then Wanda looked at you. She looked at you as if it were the first time she had seen you in her life – as if she were discovering you again, understanding you once more, realizing that with you there was no loneliness. In the same way she did every time you surprised her. Wanda understood that as long as she had you, you to indulge her, you to love her, there would be no homesickness left to feel.

“I love you too,” she whispered, “I love you too, Y/n.”

She knew she loved you, in that moment, because she didn't belong in New York or Sokovia - in that moment, she just belonged in your arms.

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-One: Spanking Redux (Daddy Kink)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: Your vacation is drawing to a close, and you decide to give spanking a second try.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4634

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I've decided to stop apologising for the long breaks between chapters of this fic. I love this fic, but my mission has always been to update it sporadically, whenever I feel like. That hasn't changed.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a happy New Year.

warnings for daddy kink (if you're not into that, I recommend you stop reading at the *** so you don't miss any plot), spanking, mentions of trauma/PTSD, nightmares, anxiety, maybe being a tad co-dependent, scars, mentions of past injury, using spit as lube, rough sex, neck grabbing, slut shaming, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie

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Pietro had been acting edgy all day, so it wasn’t exactly surprising when you were jolted awake by a hand grabbing at your arm. You blinked, disoriented, as the world around you came into focus.

Your boyfriend was sitting upright, staring off into the distance, unseeing. His chest was rising and falling heavily. The thin strip of moonlight that fell from between the curtains was enough to see how pale he looked.

“Pietro?” you murmured sleepily, and he looked down at you suddenly, like he hadn’t realised you were there. His grip loosened on your arm at once, and he grimaced.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you?”

You were tempted to say, “I’ve had worse,” but you had a feeling that that wouldn’t make him feel any better.

Instead, you said, “I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Pietro…” Sleepiness had worn away at the tact you usually would’ve used in a situation like this. “What’s wrong?”

You understood that Pietro would tell you things in his own time. He would share his trauma when he was ready to share it. You knew all of this logically. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating. He knew everything about you, but you still felt like you’d barely scratched his surface.

And right now, you were tired, and you just wanted him to be okay.

He let out a little frustrated noise. “It’s nothing. Just a nightmare. Don’t worry about me.”

“Baby…” You stroked a hand up his forearm. His posture relaxed a little. “Lie down with me?”

“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “I don’t want to fall back asleep.”

You knew the feeling. Sometimes you had to stay awake long enough to chase the nightmare away fully before you could bear to go back to sleep. You understood that.

“You won’t. Let’s just talk, okay?”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he shuffled backwards so that he was half-propped up against the headboard. You supposed that was a reasonable compromise.

Wrapping both arms around him, you leant into him, squishing your cheek against his stomach.

“You can sleep,” he said softly, carding his fingers through your hair. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m not tired,” you lied. In truth, you just didn’t want to leave him to deal with his nightmare alone. “What was your nightmare about?” You felt his muscles tense against the skin of your face.

You were ready for him to brush you off, but instead, he said, “The usual. The night my parents died. The battle in Sokovia. The car explosion.”

His hand had drifted down to rest against the back of your neck. You could feel him tracing a scar there, the remnants of the damage that that explosion had done to your body. Tony had done an excellent job with the skin grafts, but your scars were still visible if you knew where to look.

“You still dream about that?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“I dream about every time I almost lost you, or Wanda. It has happened… far too many times.”

You shifted so that you could sit up and look him in the eye. His hand fell from your neck, so you grabbed hold of it and guided it back up there.

Under the moonlight, you took in the sight of him. Although he looked nowhere near as exhausted as he had done at the beginning of your vacation, he did look sad. His eyes were glassy. In that moment, you wanted to destroy everything and anything that had ever hurt him.

“I dream about the battle of Sokovia too,” you breathed. “I barely knew you then, but I knew I didn’t want you to die.”

“I was a little bit obsessed with you from the moment I first saw you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “It would be embarrassing if you weren’t my girlfriend now.”

“Really?”

“Really. I thought it was just a stupid crush that would go away with time, but then you had to go and save my life, and I knew I was screwed.”

You giggled, feeling suddenly very warm. His skin was hot everywhere it was touching yours. You pressed your lips to his. His free hand skimmed up under your vest to rest on the bare skin of your waist.

“For the record,” you murmured. “I thought you were an arrogant asshole when we first met. An annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He tipped his hand back to look at you again, a half-smirk on his lips. “And now?”

“Now? Now you’re my annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”

He pinched your hip and you squealed, jolting forward so you were half in his lap. Your thigh brushed over his crotch, and it was clear that his dick was starting to take an interest in the conversation.

You pressed your hand against him through his boxers, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there.

You shifted yourself into a kneeling position and slid your hand under his waistband.

“Prinţesă- Ah.” He cut himself off with a gasp.

“What was that?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. The hand that was at your waist moved around behind you and slipped down the back of your underwear, squeezing your ass hard. It was your turn to gasp.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he murmured, kneading at the dough of your ass with one hand. You tipped forward, pressing your forehead against his as you redoubled your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down. “Just wanted to play with my cock, didn’t you?”

What you really wanted to do was suck him off, but he didn’t seem keen on relinquishing his grip on you, and the lube was out of reach, so you let go of his cock for just long enough to spit in your hand, and then went back to jerking him off.

“You can’t get enough of it,” he said, and then kissed you, drawing you closer to him. You were straddling his thigh now, using both hands to jerk him off, and he was letting out little breathy moans that were driving you insane.

You rocked down against his thigh, feeling the muscles flex and move to meet you. He was tugging at your vest. You reluctantly let go of his cock to let him yank it off you with more force than was strictly necessary.

He was kissing you hungrily now, hands cupping your breasts. You grasped his cock again, jerking him off as you bounced up and down on his thigh.

Without warning, he hooked one arm under your thigh and pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his crotch. He slid your panties to one side, and, when his searching fingers found you dripping wet, he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with your entrance.

You didn’t miss a beat. You took him in one thrust, barely pausing to adjust to feeling of him inside you. You were really fucking wet. He held onto your hips, pounding up into you with reckless abandon.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you rode him, clinging to him like your life depended on it. He pressed his face into your neck, licking and sucking and biting at the skin there, drawing deeper moans from you.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m close,” you murmured, and Pietro took that as his cue to speed up, biting down hard on the skin of your neck. The moan you let out was frankly embarrassingly loud, but Pietro seemed to enjoy it.

“Mine.” His voice rumbled over the skin of your neck. You felt his stubble scratching at the sensitive area, but it was the authoritative timbre of his voice that pushed you over the edge.

“Pietro,” you keened, voice high and strung out. He held onto you, continuing to bounce your body up and down on his cock even as all the strength went out of you. You grabbed his shoulders, pressing your lips to his as his thrusts stuttered.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, and then let out a string of what you assumed were expletives in Sokovian. He came inside you.

“Fuck,” you murmured again.

“Fuck,” Pietro agreed. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that his cock slipped out of you, and you were lying beside him again. You nuzzled into his neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while. After a few minutes, you heard his breathing slow, and you knew that he had fallen asleep. You squeezed him gently, hoping to protect him from bad dreams.

*

When you awoke, the sun was out, and the bed beside you was cold. You sat up, confused. You were sweaty and sticky from the sex and a hot night’s sleep, so you got to your feet, snagging one of Pietro’s t-shirts from the floor, as well as a fresh pair of panties.

You dressed yourself quickly, and stepped out into the living room. Pietro wasn’t there. You wandered into the kitchen, and found a note on the counter.

Gone for a run – P x

That was interesting. At home, Pietro ran a lot. It was a part of his training. But since you’d been on vacation, both of your workouts had been limited to walks on the beach, the occasional sparring session, and vigorous sex.

Figuring he couldn’t be long, you went and showered. Once you were clean and presentable, you went back into the living room.

Pietro still wasn’t back. You felt a prickle of anxiety, hot on the back of your neck. Quietly, trying to calm your nerves, you made yourself breakfast.

Pietro was fine, you were sure. There wasn’t much that could hurt your superspeedy boyfriend. Most of the time.

Still.

You went to your nightstand. Your phone was in the top drawer. You hadn’t used it much since you’d been away. You were trying to limit your social media use, given the shitstorm you’d left behind you.

You tried to switch it on, but it was out of battery, so you unfurled your charger and plugged it into the wall. The screen lit up with the low battery symbol. It would probably be a few minutes before it was usable. That was fine.

You went to Pietro’s nightstand next, where you knew he’d been keeping his phone. It was missing. You supposed he must’ve taken it with him. That was good. You could text him, once your phone was charged.

You shut the drawer and left the room. Through the windows, you could see the trees blowing in the wind. Your heart was starting to speed up. You had no good reason to feel the way you did. Pietro was probably fine. The weather outside didn’t mean anything.

You checked your phone again. It still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling jittery, you made yourself a cup of tea and went out onto the porch.

The wind was cold and it was starting to drizzle, but still, you sat down at the little table and sipped at your tea. Your cup was half-empty and you were starting to shiver from the cold when a familiar silver blur zoomed towards you, and then Pietro was standing on the porch, looking down at you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, a little amused. He was dressed for a run, wearing grey sweatpants that hugged him in all the right places. His vest was stuck down with sweat and his hair was wild, from the running or the rain, you couldn’t tell. He looked very hot.

“Enjoying the fresh air.” You didn’t want to admit that you’d been worried about him. It was silly that his absence had made you so anxious.

“You’re shivering.” You shrugged. “Why don’t we go inside and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds nice,” you said shyly.

“I need to shower first… Care to join me?”

A smile spread across your face, and you drained the rest of your tea in two gulps. He held out a hand to you, and you let him lead the way.

*

In spite of his run, Pietro was restless and fidgety while watching the movie. It was some romcom from the early 00s. He wasn’t really paying attention. It was hard to focus with you sitting beside him, looking like a wet dream, even though you were just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

You didn’t say anything as he insinuated himself further and further into your space, but you accommodated him, letting your fingers brush lightly through his hair and down his arms. Your touches were affectionate, not sexual, but they still made him feel hot.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” you asked.

“Of course. Never better. Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

He hesitated. After a moment, he picked up the TV remote and turned the volume all the way down. He could’ve muted it with one button, but watching the volume bar shrink gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, and figure out how to tell you what had been on his mind.

“I never thought I’d say this,” he said, “But I kind of miss New York. This place is beautiful, and getting to be alone with you has been the best couple of months of my life.” You were looking at him, your expression unreadable. Sometimes he envied Wanda always being able to know what people were thinking. “But I think I will be ready to go home soon. I can’t keep hiding from my responsibilities forever.”

“You know…” You shifted closer to him. Instinctively, he put an arm around your shoulders. Your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on his cheek. “You don’t have to be an Avenger, if you don’t want to. It’s a hard life. You already have more than your fair share of trauma.”

Pietro exhaled. “I like being an Avenger,” he said. “And without the Avengers, I never would’ve met you.”

You moved towards him and he opened his arms to you, letting you crawl into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and then hugged him close, burying your face into his neck.

“You have me,” you said, turning your face so your words wouldn’t be muffled. “Wherever you go, whatever you do now, you have me.”

“I have been texting with Wanda for the past few days,” he admitted. “Everything seems to be going fine in New York. Quiet. And…” Again, he hesitated. He was glad you weren’t looking at him right at that moment, because that would’ve made it all the harder to get the words out. “She told me that she’s been seeing a therapist. For the grief. And trauma. She said I should talk to one too.”

You shifted back to look him in the eyes. The judgment he feared was nowhere to be found. Your expression was open, curious.

“And what do you think?” you asked, carefully. “Do you want to?”

“I think… I think it might be a good idea, yeah.”

You nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad Wanda is getting help. And I’m happy you’re thinking about it too. You deserve to be happy.”

Pietro’s relief was palpable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He smiled against your lips, hooking his hands under your thighs and dragging you towards him so you were straddling his lap. You let out a little gasp, and he dove into your neck, laying tender kisses down the column of your throat.

“So…” you said, trying to sound casual but biting back a moan. “When do you want to go home?”

“I don’t know. A few days. I want to wreck your pretty pussy a few more times before we go back to New York.”

Your face flushed with heat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His teeth grazed against a sensitive patch of skin and you moaned softly, grinding down against him.

“Bedroom?” you asked.

***

He nodded, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so he could stand up without putting you down. You tightened your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. You let him pull it off over your head, revealing your bare breasts.

You looked so pretty like this, your tits still bouncing from the impact of landing on the bed, your soft skin laid out for him like the most delicious buffet he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but bury his face between your tits, relishing the soft gasp that fell from your lips as he did so.

It was times like this that Pietro had to make a conscious effort to slow down during sex. If he wasn’t careful, this could all be over in five seconds.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him so you could grind against him. Your head tipped back against the bedsheets, releasing a ragged moan as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You were always so responsive to his touch.

He swapped to the other nipple after a moment, holding you down against the bed. You were rocking against him, desperate for some friction, and that was when he decided to put you out of your misery.

He sunk to his knees, tugging on your sweatpants and panties. Realising what he was doing, you lifted up your hips to help him pull them off.

Now you were naked in front of him, unabashed and staring at him with undeniable lust in your eyes. That was something he’d grown to love. At first, you’d been a little shy about him looking at you and touching you. Now you were impatient for him to make you cum over and over again, and he was happy to oblige.

He spread your legs, splaying you out in front of him, and starting kissing your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft. It was something he marvelled at.

Usually, you kept your pubes pretty neatly trimmed, shaved and/or waxed, but you hadn’t maintained them much in a while, and they were starting to grow out. Truthfully, Pietro didn’t mind what you did with them, but he liked them a little bit messy, because it meant that you trusted him.

He parted your lips with his fingertips and moved in to kiss your clit.

“Piet,” you whined, and he decided to be nice, because he was magnanimous like that.

You were already so wet. His tongue dipped between your folds, tasting you. He would never get tired of this. The way you tasted, the pretty noises that you made, the way your skin felt against his.

He pushed his tongue inside you, meeting minimal resistance. As his nose bumped against your clit, you gasped and ground back against him.

He pressed his forearm against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed and holding you still. You let out a shaky exhale as he wrapped his lips around your clit again.

“Pietro…” you breathed. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, fingernails scratching lightly across his scalp. His eyes drifted shut. He let himself get lost in you, just feeling the movements of your body and the pleasure of your hands tugging at his hair.

When he opened his eyes, he had no idea how much time had passed, but you were practically mewling, your knees drawn up either side of his head, torn between holding his mouth against your pussy and pushing him away.

He didn’t stop. Your toes curled against his shoulders, your whole body trembling as he made you cum one more time.

This time, he let you go. Your body went limp as he pulled away from you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He was covered in traces of you, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you right now.

At superspeed, he stripped off his clothes. From his perspective, you were lying on the bed, almost perfectly still, a freezeframe of a moment between breathes. Slowly, your hands made their way down onto the bed to push yourself upright. He paused, letting time normalise again.

Your hair was wild and your eyes had a mischievous glint as he crawled over you, ready to fuck you until you forgot your own name. He had almost closed the distance between you when you put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him.

“Can we try something?” you asked, smiling at him almost shyly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Will you spank me?”

Pietro felt his cock give a little jump. The last time you’d tried spanking, he hadn’t been able to go through with it, because you were in an emotional state and he was scared that you’d wanted him to hurt you for real. Now, with you comfortable and post-orgasmic, staring up at him with love in your eyes, he couldn’t resist you.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Please?”

As always, you had your safeword. You leant up to kiss him, but he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach. You let out a choked off gasp as he climbed on top of you, wrapping an arm around your neck from behind.

His forearm was pressed to your neck, as if he was choking you, but without the actual pressure applied. He knew you liked when he took control like this, and from the way your breathing hitched, he was pretty sure you were enjoying this.

He laid one hand against your ass. “Is this okay?” he murmured, lips almost pressed to your ear.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed. He slapped at the fat of your ass, watching the way the flesh jiggled. You moaned softly. He did it again, and you whined, “harder,” so he obliged. He loved your ass, and he was especially loving the way it bounced with every spank.

You were practically grinding against the bed, babbling a bunch of horny nonsense that was making drops of pre-cum leak from Pietro’s cock. One word stood out from the rest. Pietro paused.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked breathlessly.

“What?” Your eyes snapped open, and you turned, looking at him over your shoulder.

“You just called me daddy.” Pietro gave you a shit-eating grin. You started trying to stammer through an explanation, but he pressed a thumb to your lips, silencing you. “That’s really fucking hot.”

Your eyes were wide. “You like it when I call you daddy?” you asked, your lips forming the words against his thumb. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand with both of yours, sucking his thumb into your mouth and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck,” Pietro groaned as your tongue swirled around his thumb. If he didn’t put his cock in you right now he was pretty sure he was about to explode.

“Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?” you asked, eyes glinting.

Pietro swore again. He spanked you hard, making you yelp, and before you’d had time to recover, he’d rolled you onto your back and lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Prinţesă,” he murmured, and then he pushed inside you. You released his hand and wrapped an arm around his neck again, your free hand affectionately brushing the hair away from his forehead. He had never felt so in love.

Time slowed down. Your head was tipping back slowly, revealing your neck to him. He was torn between kissing your neck and watching the way your eyes rolled back in your head. Your pussy was wrapped around him, so tight and wet and warm. He would never stop marvelling at the way you invited him inside you. He could stay here forever.

He watched your face. He was desperate to start thrusting, but he was still going so fast, and he didn’t want to hurt you. He took a few deep breaths.

Time was starting to normalise again, and you were looking at him expectantly.

Just as he was about to start moving, you batted your eyelashes at him, and said, “Fuck me, daddy?”

How could he resist that?

He started thrusting, feeling your body clench around him. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he didn’t know where to look, or touch. He wanted all of you.

Your boobs were bouncing with every thrust, looking so juicy and enticing. He squeezed them, kissed them, and then moved back to your neck. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, encouraging him deeper, and it must’ve felt good because each thrust was fucking a moan from your lips.

He was on his knees, his forearms either side of your head. You opened your eyes and looked at him, a smile playing on your lips. You guided one of his hands to your throat, so he wrapped it around your neck loosely, watching the pleasure overtake you.

You were about to come. He could feel it.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this, don’t you? You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”

“Pietro,” you squealed, tightening around him. He clung to you, fucking you through your orgasm, letting the pleasure wash over you like a wave.

His whole body felt hot. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to stay buried inside you forever. Your fingers were in his hair again, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

“Cum for me, daddy,” you purred, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt his balls tighten as he released inside you, a few more deep thrusts to fuck all of his cum into you. You exhaled shakily, and then patted his arms, signalling for him to release you.

As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but look at the way his cum dripped out of you. Your pussy was so pretty, especially when it was coated with the evidence of what the two of you had just done.

“Pietro,” you whined softly, making grabby hands at him. You could wash up later, he decided. He crawled over you, hugging you to him, and then rolled so that you were lying against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck.

“How was that?” he asked. You made a non-descript noise of pleasure, which drew a chuckle from him. “Yeah? Me too.” When you didn’t say anything else, he said, “I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

You groaned, but didn’t argue. He detangled himself from you carefully, and then sped into the kitchen and returned with the water so fast that you hadn’t even had time to sit up.

He knelt beside you as you did so, passing you the glass as soon as he was sure you weren’t about to drop it. You drank deeply, eyes falling shut as a drop of water rolled down your chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked. “A snack?”

“I’m fine,” you said, half-chuckling as you set your glass down on the nightstand.

The two of you got back under the covers together. This time, you faced each other, instead of cuddling.

“So how was it for you? Really?” you asked.

“Seeing you turned on turns me on,” said Pietro. “And you have a very nice ass.”

You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “And the daddy stuff?”

“It was hot,” he said. “But I think I prefer it when you call me Pietro. I like the way you say my name. So maybe only sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.” You leant into him so that your faces were inches apart. “That’s good to know. Te iubesc, Pietro.”

“I love you too, prinţesă.”

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff fanfiction

[justice-maul]

Character/Scenarios Kink List

Featuring: Dom/Top Reader ONLY! w/ Random Fandoms

Summary: A new little fun game for my followers and new comers to play with me, you can request anything from this list with the rules down below but aren’t obligated to as I will still write them regardless

Author Note: there will be some overused characters and actors because this list is of my personal favorites to write about, I change this list quite a bit according to my taste so keep that in mind

Rules for requesting are down below and the links/list are under the keep reading

Kink/character list:

Jealous Sex ft. Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

Thigh Riding ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Premature Ejaculation ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

Facefucking ft. Hal Jordan (DC)

Voyeurism ft. Belphegor (Obey Me)

Accidental Stimulation ft. Steve Rogers

Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen ft. Jason Todd (Redhood DC)

Discreet ft. Bruce Banner

Size Difference ft. Scott Lang

Toys ft. Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

Begging ft. Conner Kent (DC)

Kitchen Sex ft. Tony Stark x Avengers amab!Reader

Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff

Caught Masturabting ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Overstimulation ft. Geralt (The Witcher Netflix)

Praise Kink ft. Matt Murdock

Uniform Sex ft. Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Scent/Smell Kink ft. John Constantine (DC)

Boss/Power Play ft. Natasha Romanoff

Hate sex ft. Lucifer (Obey Me)

Cockwarming ft. Loki

Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector

Spit ft. Steve Rogers

Breeding ft. Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo (Obey Me)

Frottage ft. Jake Lockey (Moonknight)

Hero/Villain ft. Tony Stark

At Work Sex ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

One Piece of Clothing ft. Thor

Bent Over ft. Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Drunk Sex ft. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Requests:

All of my existing blog rules must be followed here too, please be respectful and read these

You can add anything to it along with the kink and you may add scenarios and/or prompts even a plot,

Send me the number of your desire and I’ll write it next whether it be a headcanon or a fic

I can turn down a request, I have that right as a person

If a number is crossed out and says: currently writing, DO NOT REQUEST IT

The characters and kink will not be changed if you make a request on which one you want me to write

Alternative universe’s are welcome

I won’t do mommy/daddy/mistress/master labels, pregnant reader or character, having a child together,

I will not do cock cages or rings, pet play, monster sex, snowballing, vomit, poop, feet, pee, sneeze, vore, or gore. There will be no kink-shaming either. other than that I’m open-minded.

I will write it in a random order and you can request in a random order

You can add another character but can’t change an existing one

Be respectful of the kinks and do not shame others for theirs

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[bunniesnuggie]

*•°Character List°•*

Who I write for, please remember writing is just hobby, I only write for characters I like too!! I have a rules list here! pls note all my work is little!reader only!!! also i will do fem caregivers i just can’t think of many rn :3

The Last of Us (video game)

♡ Abby Anderson

♡ Ellie Williams

Stranger Things

♡ Eddie Munson

♡ Robin Buckley

♡ Jim Hopper (the daddy issues are real🫣)

Scream

♡ Ethan Landry

♡ Amber Freeman

(all will be non-ghost-face au unless specified)

Outerbanks

♡ JJ Maybank

Marvel

♡ Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan too)

♡ Natasha Romanoff

♡ Valkyrie

♡ Gamorra

♡ Wanda Maximoff

♡ Pietro Maximoff (ATJ version)

♡ Peter Parker (andrew and tom)

(i headcanon toms peter to be a little so i will write him both as a little and cg, if requested he can be either one or a flip! but still only x little! reader, so they’d be little friends/siblings when he’s regressed :3 )

Harry Potter

(I’m 20 so i imagine them all aged up to be in their 20s)

♡ James Potter

♡ Remus Lupin

♡ Siris Black

Miscellaneous

♡ Corky (Bound)

♡ Hazel Callahan (Bottoms)

♡ Sandy Milkovich (Shameless)

♡ Shane McCutcheon (The L Word)

this was all i could think of right now, but i’ll add more to it as time goes on💕☺️

#cg!anyone #cg!bucky #cg!eddie #cg! eddie munson x little! reader #caregiver x little! reader #x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #pietro maximoff x little! reader #peter parker x little! reader

[darkdarkstucky]

Warnings: DDLG/MDLG dynamics, Fluff, mentions of violence!

*Y/N sending their daddy/mommy pictures of her with her favorite stuffie with a short message; cuddle when you get home dada/mama?🥺 Miss you lots!!*

Steve:

Steve slumps on the swivel chair letting his tense muscles relax after a gruelling mission, he barely registers Tony's ramble during the debriefing when he fishes for his phone in his pocket.

A smile crept it's way to his lips as he opens your message, cooing at your adorable little expressions feeling his heart alight immediately.

As soon as they were free to go, he bolts towards the elevator to get to your shared floor. He sees you huddled in the sofa, blankets and assortments of stuff toys littered everywhere.

Muttering mindless little babbles to yourself, you didn't hear his footsteps as they neared you, focused on the picture you were drawing.

Soon after though, you were shrieking in delight as his fingers probed your sides filling the living room with giggles, “Daddy!” you managed to splutter inbetween laughter while trying to squirm away from his nimble fingers that were making a quick work of you. “S-stop! Dada!” your little whines inbetween strangled breaths made him grin wider.

Steve only stops when you managed to wrap your legs around his waist, chuckling when you buried your face in his chest adorably. “Missed you daddy.” he wraps his big muscly arms around you, rocking your little body.

“I missed you too, princess.” He murmured in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.

The rest of the afternoon were spent cuddling and watching cartoons, he made sure to praise you for being well behaved, murmuring “good girl.” every now and then as you recount how your day went without your daddy by your side.

And as he watch you fall into a peaceful sleep, long eyelashes fluttering ever so lightly, chest rising and falling softly, looking so pretty and innocent; he sighs deeply and hugs you a little bit tighter because he marvels. How lucky was he to have you in his arms? His world. His little babydoll. His princess.

Steve nuzzles his nose against your neck and was lulled into sleep with you.

Bucky:

Battered and bruised after a particularly rough mission in Syberia, Bucky along with Natasha and Clint finally made their way to the Quinjet after successfully eradicating the Hydra base and everyone that was left of the terrorist organization.

It has been roughly around two weeks since he last saw you, and when he finally managed to get ahold of his phone, he scrolls through dozens upon dozens of messages from you, each varying in urgency as you ramble about your plight for when; your boss was being an ass, getting coffee with co-workers and the usual updates about your day, never forgetting to tell him how much you love him and miss him.

He absolutely loves recieving your cute messages no matter how insignificant you may think them to be, it gives him the energy to deal with just about anything that life throws his way, and bless those poor villains because he will make sure they are past tense to be able to come home to you.

Bucky saves the pictures you sent him, and it became his new homescreen and lockscreen. You were too damn adorable.

Nat and Clint snickers silently mouthing a chorus of ‘whipped’ because c'mon, his muscles are too tired to fight off the wide grin as he scrolls in his smartphone.

As soon as the Quinjet landed, you were patiently waiting in your white sundress with pretty little ribbons in your long hair, he ran down the steps and engulfed you into the biggest bear hug making you squeal in delight.

“Daddy!” you yelp for when he throws you over his shoulder like a brute, making sure to pat down the edge of your dress though as to make sure your little tush is covered from the prying eyes of the rest of the team.

The wolf whistles and the teasing shouts from the rest of the avengers followed you to the elevator making you blush; not just from hanging upside down on your daddy's pretty back, head almost touching his butt. Though it was a sweet view.

He throws you to the bed and cuddles you just as promised, “I've missed you so much dollface.” He murmurs to your flushed skin.

“I missed you more daddy.” you hum and squeeze yourself further into his side, wishing to stay in his embrace for a very long time.

Wanda & Pietro:

You were barely left alone by your caregivers; they only accept missions with one or the other left behind so there was someone to look after you or simply spend the day with you.

But when a particularly violent alien attacked someplace in Europe, SHIELD demanded all hands on deck to be able to swiftly shut down the foreign threat as soon as possible.

They hated the fact that they had to leave you alone, and the Maximoff twins don't take your tears and wails particularly well, prompting a whirlwind of overly sensitive superhuman's, which stands to reason; a dangerous combination to cross. Because no one, not even ugly three eyed monsters with telepathic abilities would stand in their way from coddling their sweet girl.

The jet was silent on their way home, ashes and bruises covering the team yet the brooding twins remained tense.

It was until FRIDAY passed the message, your face appearing in the screen that their expressions finally lightened.

“Printsessa,” Pietro fondly traces your face on the screen, chest tightening with so much love knowing that you're putting on a brave face for them.

Whereas Wanda couldn't take her gaze away from your face even for a few seconds, wishing more than anything that she was right by your side and pressing butterfly kisses to your pretty face, she'd much rather be basking in your giggles and your warmth.

The world was a cruel place, that much they were certain. But they were willing to do anything to keep you, the singular joy of their lives safe and happy.

***

[A/N; first time writing headcannons or smthing of this theme! please ignore errors and mispellings; english is not my first language :) mucho loveeee!!]

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #daddy!steve #daddy!bucky #mommy!wanda maximoff #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #mommy!wanda x little!reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #little!reader #avengers x female!reader #daddy!pietro #ddlg/mdlg dynamics

[i-am-true-believer]

This message is for the late night scrollers, the ones who prowl Tumblr late at night for an escape. Looking for those fics that hit just right, that take away the hurt and make you feel like your comfort character is there, beside you, holding you, loving you.

Take a deep breath for me, in and out. They're there. Can you feel them? They know you struggled today and they're so proud of you! They're so happy to see you even if it's only in the dark, when you're hurting, when you need an escape. They treasure these moments with you, breathing in your scent, feeling you. God, how they love you.

I hope you find the story you need. The one that brings you comfort and peace that follows you into your dreams. I hope tomorrow is better then today and that you remember you are loved, even if the only love you can feel is from that fictional character you adore so much.

They believe in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who's scrolling late at night too.

#love #dr strange x you #daddy!bucky x little!reader #hawkeye x reader #jefferson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #bruce banner x reader #sam wilson x reader #marvel x platonic reader #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #baron helmut zemo #spencer reid fanfiction #fanfiction #reader insert #depression #comfort character #comfort #harry potter x reader #ron weasly x reader #draco malfoy x reader

[marvelfanfics1]

Pietro Maximoff

dark: ☾ | angst: ꕥ

One-shots

Sleepy Printessa

#daddy!pietro maximoff #daddy!pietro maximoff x little!reader #daddy!pietro #daddy!pietro x little!reader #daddy pietro x little reader #daddy pietro maximoff #daddy pietro maximoff x little reader #daddy pietro

[geminimoonbeamx]

2017-2019

Listen, i’ve had a spiritual awakening(extensional crisis) and my writing style has def evolved. Here’s an archive of all the well loved oldies for you all

This is a plus size blog, run by a plus sized writer

Bucky Barnes

Smut: *

Confessions *

Time of the Month*

Finger Painting

Feeling Yourself (drabble)

Hair Pulling (drabble)

A Little Extra Paddin for the Winter*

I’m Not Your Toy*: Part 1, Part 2

Between a Rock and a Hard Place*: Part 1 Part 2

Time of the Month*

Warmth - fluff

The Nutcracker, Winter Wonderland* (a continuation of The Nutcracker)

Rainstorms and Lullabies; Bucky x reader fluff

Bucky Barnes x reader Works in Progress

Cherry Pie MASTER LIST; A Bucky Barnes x Reader story (in progress)

Moth Wings Part 1;

Moth Wings Part 2;

Growing Pains preview

Rainstorms Over New York preview;  Bucky x reader, Steve x POC OC

Naïve Series; reader (Tony Stark’s goddaughter) x Bucky Barnes

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Bucky is Gomez Addams headcannon

Bucky Barnes AU (sugar baby)

Sugar Rush Part 1

Sugar Rush Part 2

Sugar Rush Part 3

Bucky Barnes AU (mobster)

In the Land of Gods and Monsters MASTERLIST (intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Bucky Barnes AU (biker)

Over the River and Through the Woods (Christmas)

Other Avengers

Untitled; A Stucky x Poc reader story

Soft Touch; reader x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Electric Feel Series; Steve/OC/Bucky - CURRENTLY ON HOLD. WILL RECONTINUE IN 2018 -  Part 1

Comfort - Pietro Maximoff x Reader*

Carter Baizen

Retrograde Part 1; collab with peacefulwriter 88; Carter Baizen x reader

Retrograde Part 2; collab with peacefulwriter88; Carter Baizen x reader

I Knew You Were Trouble: Intro, Part 1

Jingle All the Way (Sugar Daddy Carter)

Chris Beck

Wait a Life Time

Space Cadet: Part 1

Chris Beck Sugar Daddy headcannons

NSFW Headcannon

Lance Tucker

Sweet Tooth - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Chase Collins

Hypnotic Taking Over Me: Part 1, Part 2*

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[kaitioo]

A baby!?

Pairings | Avengers x Avengers (and the reader)

Characters | Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson and Reader~

Warnings | A little bit of swearing, mostly fluff!

Summary | A Tiny incident leads to fluffiness turning some avengers into babies, what would the other avengers do??

Notes | I am just a beginner writer and I really want to know what you guys think! I take constructive criticism and please do leave comments about this I would really love to know if I did great and if there are some things I should change please please let me know! Anyways enjoy<3<3

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"Tony?" you asked looking around the billionaire's lab seeing all kinds of things "I'm here y/n" you heard a voice near the plant lab. You saw Tony holding a flower you haven't seen before it was so pink and beautiful, "what is that?" you lift your hand to touch it. Tony pulled the plant away making sure you were far from reaching it "We found this at the last hydra based we raided taught we can use it for good."

Tony brought the plant in the kitchen setting it down examining it, Bucky came in grabbing a beer from the fridge while Thor sat down near the plant mesmerized by the plant.

Pietro came zooming in trying to find a snack, he saw the pretty flower running straight to it "Pietro NO!" Tony shouted but it was too late. Pietro knocked off the flower falling straight to the ground producing pinkish pollen.

Everyone inhaled the pollen feeling hazy and dizzy, you felt small, you felt like shrinking smaller and smaller while your clothes grow bigger and bigger until you were covered and hidden.

"Bucky?? Y/n??" Steve looked everywhere for you not find a single trace of where you went, he decided to take a break and get some water from the kitchen. Opening the fridge he swore he heard someone whine but when he looked around there was no one.

He almost tripped over the clothes on the ground or so he taught, he picked it up "A baby?!" there he was holding a baby version of Bucky babbling and whining for something, he looked behind the counter to see more piles of clothes bunched together.

"Friday can you please tell Natasha and the others to come here please, we have to sort this out," Steve said looking up asking for help from the A.I. "Yes, Captain" Friday proceeded to inform the other avengers about the situation when Natasha heard she went straight to the kitchen excited to meet the 'babies'. Steve put all of the kids on the counter carrying the little ones, Natasha saw the kids and squealed taking Tony in her arms.

"Ohh, they look so cute!!" She pinched Thor's cheek having one of the happiest days of her life "That's beside the point Nat, they're babies we need to find a way to fix this!" Steve groaned which caused you to be startled tearing up.

"shh shh baby, I'm sorry, I'm right here, Stevies right here baby" He rocked you in his arms swaying you around. You were the youngest at least 6 months old, Bucky was next looking at least a year old, Pietro was a little bit older than Bucky maybe a few months older, and Both Thor and Tony looked over 2 years old.

Wanda and Clint came in the kitchen seeing the kids particularly shocked them, Clint sighed knowing he have to take care of them and Wanda squealed seeing baby Pietro. "What do we do??" Clint asked sitting down having to take a breather, "Well we can ask Bruce for it later. But noww we can go shopping and buy the baby clothes!!" Wanda said looking over at Natasha who was equally as excited about taking care of the kids.

"We can also ask Pepper on Tony's credit card password!" Steve looked at them as if they were crazy "hmm Daddy" baby bucky whined, looking at Steve raising his arms wanting to be carried.

Natasha looked at Bucky with heart eyes and the biggest grin she ever had, for a deadly assassin this was one of her softest forms.

"He called you Daddy, Steve!!" Wanda said grinning even more at the little boy. You could see Steve's smile was tugging at the corner of his lips, Wanda took you out of Steve's arms cuddling you in her arms while Steve picked up Bucky.

The little boy had the widest eyes looking around curiously looking at Steve like some piece of meat "Daddy" he smiled snuggling Steve's chest holding him closely making sure not to let him go.

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Tony and Thor were fast asleep on the counter leaning up against each other, Pietro was sucking on his thumb leaning on Clint. "Okay, so Pacis, Diapers, Clothes, strollers, cribs, and baby food what else do we need?" Natasha asked Wanda who was playing with her hair "Milk?" She answered continuing to braid your tiny hair "Well I was thinking we can nurse them y'know?" The younger woman looked at her curiously.

"You want to try to nurse them?" she tilted her head "We can still give them formula milk, but this baby thing is just gonna be here for a while and you know I can't have kids. I really wanna try to be a mom even if it's just an accident." She stood up getting upset not wanting them to see her cry.

"Hey hey we'll find a way okay? we can find a way to give you kids and if you want we can nurse them okay? We don't have to be upset over this please" Wanda went over to Natasha kissing her forehead multiple times trying to calm her down "mama!" you squealed in joy babbling about nonsense that makes so much sense in your head.

Natasha looked over at you shocked and happy "did you just call me mama?" you giggled clapping your hands "mama!!" she smiled at you picking you up raising you in the air causing you to squeal and giggle louder. "Yah I'm your mama baby, oh your so cute I could just eat you up!" you smiled at her loving that you were making her happy.

Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky were on their way to Bruce's lab looking to find a way to fix their problem. "What do you mean they turned into babies??"

"Look they found this flower it had some sort of pollen which made them turn into babies," Steve explained the best he can while Bucky was sitting on the couch playing with some spare parts he found.

"So you want me to find an antidote, to fix this?" Steve nodded

"Bring me the plant here and I will see what I can do" The older man went back to the kitchen trying to find the plant "God shouldn't have let Tony take that plant" Bruce groaned to himself looking for antidotes in his computer.

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[davidlikesguys02]

Who own's you?

M/n= male name

F/d= Favorite Dish

F/r= Favorite restaurant

Requested by: @pietroshusband Hey could I request Pietro Maximoff x male reader where Pietro is overprotective and possessive and gets jealous easily. He watches as his boyfriend is oblivious to a guy flirting with him and he thinks someone is trying to corrupt his sweet, innocent, and pure boyfriend. And ends with smut where Pietro shows MR who “owns him” that has daddy kink and breeding kink (only if you’re comfortable with it or course). Thanks sm<3

warnings: 18+, gay smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex.

word count: 1,277

You were in Pietro’s room, with your head laying on his chest. “What do you wanna do today?” Pietro asked you. “What if we have a date night? We have not had one of those in a long time” “that sounds perfect” you sat up “where should we go?” “I'll text you the address and keep it a surprise” you leaned down and kissed him “that sounds perfect” he told you. “Well i should get going” “why”

“I have to help Tony with something in a few” “okay” he said pouting. You laughed “don't worry ill see you later” you got up and started walking towards the door. But before you can open it. Pietro sped in front of you “no goodbye kiss?” he said, smirking. You smiled and leaned in and kissed him. You felt his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer towards his body. You pulled away smiling “I should probably get going” “mmmm fine”

You walked out of the room and started to walk towards your room. As soon as you walked through the door to your room, you began to panic, not entirely sure what you were going to plan for your date with Pietro. “Think M/n? What can we plan?” you sat on your bed. You closed your eyes trying to get an idea of what you could plan.

Then an idea popped into your head: what if you guys had a picnic, you loved the idea and got up and started to make a plan of what you would take on this picnic. You rushed downstairs towards the kitchen. You quickly looked for your favorite snacks and Pietro’s favorite snacks. You put it in a basket and walked towards the elevator.

You began to walk towards your F/r and ordered your F/d. “Order number 157” you walked towards the front and grabbed your food “thanks”. You walked out and began to walk towards a Sokovian restaurant that was nearby. You walked in, and ordered Pietro’s favorite dish. You patiently waited for them to call your name. “M/n” you walked over and grabbed the food.

You began walking towards the park, looking for the perfect spot to have your picnic. You soon find a clearing with a few little flowers. “This is the perfect spot” you say to yourself. You begging to set the things down, you text Pietro where to meet you. After a few seconds you get a text back saying that he is on his way. “M/n?” you turn around to see a stranger “hi?” “It's me Tom from collage” you soon remember who he is and get up to shake his hand. “It's been a long time Tom, what are you up to?” “well I just moved here a few days ago”

“That nice” you then see Pietro off in the distance, you smile and wave at him. Tom turned around. “Who's that guy?” “That's my boyfriend Pietro” you see Pietro speed towards you and soon enough he is next to you with one of his hands around your waist slowly pulling you towards him. “Wow, how you do that?” “I'm fast, who are you?” “I'm tom M/n’s old friend from college” “I'm Pietro, M/n’s boyfriend”

“Well I guess I'll leave you two love birds alone” “yea good idea” Pietro told him. Soon enough Tom was walking away and you and Pietro sat down. You looked over at Pietro to see him looking at Tom as he left. “I got you your favorite food” that seemed to snap him from his daze, he was now looking at you and smiling “thanks my love” you smiled and handed him his food “what did you get for yourself?” “F/d”

You two began to eat your food. “So, this Tom, how do you know him” “we dated in college” you saw him stiffen up “oh, why you two break up?” “we realized we were better as friends, but now i love you” you grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on it. You two ate your food talking about every thing soon it began getting dark “I have a surprise for you” “ohh what is it?” “you have to close your eyes” Pietro did as instructed.

You created an Illusion of fireflies “open your eyes” Pietro opened his eyes and looked around confused “look up” he looked up and saw the word’s *I love you Pietro* written in the sky with the fireflies. “I love it” he leaned in and kissed you. “I also have a surprise for you” he leaned in and whispered in your ear “your gonna love it” you got up and began to collect the stuff you brought for the picnic.

“Hold on” you grabbed tightly onto Pietro's arms as he picked you up. “You can open your eyes” you opened your eyes to see you were in the elevator “I'll go leave this and you can head on up.” you began to walk towards Pietro's room and you got an idea you opened the door and made little glowing lights. You placed them around the room. You felt Pietro begin to kiss your neck “Pietro” slowly the two of you began to remove your clothes.

He pushed you on the bed and got between your legs “what do you want M/n?” “I want you to fuck me into this mattress” “I don’t know” you then felt one of his fingers near your entrance “I don't think you deserve it” “please daddy I've been good” you felt his finger slowly enter you, you clenched around his finger not wanting to let him go “someone is eager” “please Pietro”

He leaned down “if your good you’ll get a reward” you felt his finger go in and out of you slowly picking up the speed. You felt him add another finger, you were so close but before you could cum Pietro removed his fingers. You whined at the emptiness “you know the rules M/n, you cum when I say so” slowly you felt the head of his dick slowly enter you, you then saw some of the lights around the room begin to flicker and go out.

Once he was fully inside, you threw your head moaning his name. Pietro began to suck small bruises on your neck and chest. He started to move his hips slowly, “go faster” you told him “are you sure” you looked up at him and smiled “yes” you felt his hips starting to pick up speed constantly hitting you sweet spot. You put your arms around Pietro's neck slowly pulling him down to kiss you.

“Who's your daddy M/n?” “y-you are” you felt him pick up his speed. “Who owns you?” “P-Pietro does” “that's right don't ever forget it” “god Pietro I'm close” “me two baby, I'm going to fucking give you my kids” “y-yes I want to have your kids” “you'll look so pretty carrying my kids won't you M/n” you just nodded. Pietro could tell you were close, because he could see some of the lights around the room begging to fade away until there was only one left.

“Oh fuck I'm cumming” you felt Pietro's warm cum begging to fill you up as you cummed all over your stomach. You felt Pietro collapse on top of you. “That was” “amazing” you felt Pietro still inside you, slowly he began to get up but you pulled him back towards you “stay I like you inside of me” he smiled and leaned down to kiss you “god I love you M/n” “and I love you Pietro”

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rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

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smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

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marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

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Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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