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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense series masterlist; pietro maximoff
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pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 8.6k (not complete)
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part 1 You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. 
part 2 "What is it supposed to be? Its purpose, I mean." "Ultron will be a program to promote world peace"
part 3 “Goodbye printsessa.” And he left with his superhuman speed, leaving a blue and silver aura.
part 4 You realised his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at you, which frustrated you even more because if he wasn’t so stupid maybe you could’ve banged him.
part 5 "Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker." He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.
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Leave Me In The Deep End (One-Shot)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
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Work Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you decide to get your own back with the hot bartender you work with.
Lifeguard!Reader x Bartender!Pietro
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5613
Read on AO3.
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Taglist: @mcximffs @noz4a2 @rottenstyx @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye
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Update: There's now a sequel.
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Warnings for cheating (reader's boyfriend), non-consensual groping (a random creep, not Pietro), jealousy, alcohol, tipsy sex, explicit smut, reader has a cat, Pietro is a player with a heart of gold Also I'm sorry if you or any of your loved ones are called Andy.
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The smells of chlorine and sunscreen were heavy in the air. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose, and tried to resist the urge to readjust the straps of your bathing suit for the hundredth time.
It was part of the gig. You had to wear the uniform regulation swimsuit, which was tight and red and squeezed you in all the wrong places. At least you were allowed to wear shorts. The high up lifeguard chair made you feel like some kind of art exhibit, and like the patrons of the resort were paying money to ogle you. They kind of were. Some of them, at least.
You did your best to ignore the stares of middle aged, half-naked men, and turned your attention back to the pool. That was what you were here for, after all. You didn’t notice Pietro until he was standing at the bottom of the steps up to your seat, holding a colourful looking drink aloft.
You tried to wave him away. “I’m on duty.”
“It’s virgin, I promise.” He gave you a flirtatious half-smile, and you rolled her eyes. “You looked bored. I thought you could use a distraction.”
He was one of the resort’s bartenders. Their uniform was slightly more conservative than yours – a tight vest and swim shorts – but still showed off the muscular shape of his arms.
You huffed out a laugh. “I’m a lifeguard. I’m not allowed to get distracted.”
He was undeniably hot. If you were single, you might’ve considered it, but his overt flirtation with seemingly every young woman who crossed his path was off-putting. He was a player, and you weren’t the kind of girl who enjoyed casual sex. You liked intimacy, and stability, and you didn’t think that Pietro could provide you with that.
Besides, you had a boyfriend.
“Relax, prinţesă.” He reached up and set the drink down on the arm of your chair. “There isn’t even anyone in the pool right now.”
Sure enough, the two middle aged women you had been watching do laps were in the process of climbing up the pool ladder.
“I’m not your prinţesă,” you said, but there was no heat in your tone. It was an affectionate nickname he’d had for you ever since you joined the resort. You had assumed it was something he called every girl he was trying to get into bed, but his sister Wanda, who worked at the reception desk, assured you that that one was just for you.
You took a sip of the drink. It was ice cold, sweet and fruity, and precisely what you needed.
“You could be, if you wanted.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes, faux-shy.
You lightly kicked him in the shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, you lech.”
“I could be your boyfriend too, if you wanted.”
“Yeah, right,” you snorted. “Like you would settle down. I’ve seen the way you chase tail up and down this resort, and this town. No thank you.”
For a split second, Pietro’s face fell. You almost missed it. Then he composed himself, smirking again. “Suit yourself. The offer is on the table.” You rolled your eyes.
At that, he left you alone. You sipped at the drink he’d made you, trying to savour it. It really was delicious. You were going to have to ask him for the recipe.
When you finished it, he brought you a second one, unasked. By that time, the pool was getting busier again, so he didn’t stop for a chat. You couldn’t help but feel a little bereft. As much as you discouraged his flirting, you did enjoy talking to him.
Your buttocks were starting to go numb from sitting in one place for too long. That wasn’t good. It was important to stay limber and ready to spring into action. You stood up, stretched, and made your way down the steps to stand by the edge of the pool.
You surveyed the scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything that needed your attention. A group of kids were playing a game at one end, and there were a few adults doing laps. You watched a young woman swim over to the edge of the pool to take a sip of a drink that she’d left there.
Before she could swim away again, you waved at her to get her attention. “No food or drink in the pool.”
She looked as though she might argue, but instead, she just grumbled as she climbed out and took her drink over to one of the sun loungers.
You turned back to the pool, and as you did so, a warm hand touched your bare lower back. Instinctively, you flinched away, turning to see a shirtless middle-aged man staring at you.
"You’re the lifeguard, are you? Do you give private swimming lessons?” He leered at you. You tried to step back, but his hand had shifted to cup your backside.
“Don’t touch me,” you squeaked, stumbling away from him. He raised his hands as if in surrender, like you were somehow overreacting to his groping you.
“Hey!” Your head whipped around and you saw Pietro stalking towards the two of you, hands clenched into fists.
“Woah, hey,” said the man, turning to Pietro now, “this is just a misunderstanding.”
“No misunderstanding,” Pietro spat. “I saw what you did. Security is on their way.”
“Pietro…” It was only then that you noticed how much you were trembling.
“Yeah?” You had meant to tell him that it was fine, it didn’t matter. But then he turned to look at you, his expression softening, and your words died in your throat.
“Thank you.”
“I think this is all being blown out of proportion,” said the man nervously. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean-” As he spoke, he put a hand on your shoulder, perhaps to try and seem friendly, but Pietro was on him in an instant, pushing him away from you. He stood in front of you, shoulders squared as he glared at the man.
“What’s going on here?” came a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned to see your manager Natasha, flanked by security guards Steve and Bucky.
You exhaled, your eyes nervously flicking from Pietro to Nat. “He- He-” Your throat felt very dry. The words wouldn’t come.
“He groped her,” Pietro supplied, and Nat’s eyebrows shot up.
“Is that true?” she asked you. You nodded, hesitantly. “Take him back to his room,” she said to Steve and Bucky. “Help him pack up his stuff, and then remove him from the site.”
The man began to protest, but Nat started to talk about the possibility of pressing charges, which shut him right up. You glanced over your shoulder, and found that most of the people in the pool were looking at you now. Your cheeks felt hot. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself.
“Are you okay?” asked Pietro.
You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m okay,” because you thought you might start crying.
“How much time do you have left of your shift?” asked Nat.
You checked your watch. “Two hours.”
She nodded. “We can close the pool for two hours if you want to head home.”
You shook your head. “I- I can’t. I don’t want the pool to be closed because of me.”
Nat opened her mouth, but Pietro got there first. “I can cover the rest of her shift. I’m lifeguard-trained too, and my bar shift just ended.”
Nat looked from him to you and back. “Are you sure?”
“It’s no problem.”
“Thanks, Piet,” you said, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a quick hug. He didn’t have time to react before you’d pulled away again. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
In the locker room, you changed hurriedly from your uniform into some comfy clothes. Even though it was hot, you put a hoody on. Being fully covered made you feel a little better.
Your apartment was walking distance from resort, and by the time you got home, you were sweating. So preoccupied were you as you walked through the door that you didn’t notice how quickly your boyfriend, Andy, emerged from your bedroom, closing the door behind him.
“You’re home early,” he said, almost accusatorily.
“I had a bad day.” Your breath hitched as you spoke.
He frowned. “Why don’t you have a shower and then we can talk about it?”
“…Right.” You made your way over to your bedroom, but found Andy blocking your way.
“Where are you going?”
“To dump my stuff in my room?” you said, forehead creasing.
“Here, let me do that, you go shower,” he said, trying to take your bag from your hands, but you held fast.
“I know I’m sweaty but I didn’t think I smelled that bad.” You had intended for it to be a joke, but it caught in your throat, making you swallow hard, and then tears were pricking at your eyes. “There was this guy at work – some creep – and he grabbed my ass.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Andy was still just staring at you, mouth agape, so you continued. “So Nat let me go early. I was worried about it but then Pietro offered to cover my shift-” Andy wrinkled his nose, stopping you in your tracks. “What?”
“Pietro.”
“What about him?” You were, admittedly, being deliberately dense. You knew that Andy didn’t like Pietro. Andy was a lifeguard too, so he knew Pietro pretty well. You understood why he didn’t like him, but right now, it wasn’t what you wanted him to be focused on.
“You know he likes you. He’s just white-knighting to try and get into your pants.”
“That’s what you’re taking away from this story?! Your girlfriend gets groped at work and all you care about is who stepped in to help her?!”
“No, that’s not-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” You tried to step around him to get to your room, but he threw out his hand again, blocking your path. “What is your problem?”
“Uh…I just think we should talk about this now.”
“I’m going to shower.” He didn’t move, so you pushed past him.
“Wait-”
But you were already opening your bedroom door. A half-naked blonde woman stared back at you, mouth agape, as if you had just barged into her bedroom, rather than your own.
Your bag slipped through your fingers, landing with a heavy thud on the ground between your feet.
“Who the fuck are you?” you asked. She just gaped at you.
“Baby, I can explain,” said Andy, putting his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off aggressively.
“Save it. Get dressed and get out,” you snapped at the woman, before turning to Andy again. “And you, don’t fucking touch me. Get out of my fucking apartment.”
“Baby, can’t we talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about?” You kept your voice level. “You were fucking another woman in my bed. There’s nothing you can say.”
He tried to speak, but you stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.  You leant against it and closed your eyes. Now, when tears blurred your vision, you didn’t fight them. This had been a fucking awful day. You didn’t move from your position until you heard the front door close.
Taking a deep breath, you turned on the shower and stripped out of your clothes. The water was hot enough to burn away your sadness, leaving only your anger.
It was the audacity of the thing that got to you the most. This was your apartment. Andy had his own place, but he spent most of his time at yours. If he was sneaking around with another woman, he could’ve done it in his own bed, but he felt bold enough to do it at yours.
That implied to you that this had been going on a while. The spiciness of the affair had been wearing off, so he had rekindled it by doing it in your bed, where the risk of getting caught was much higher. And he’d had the audacity to complain about Pietro? As if you had been cheating on him? Every accusation was a confession.
You stayed in the shower, seething, until the hot water ran out. You replayed the argument you’d had with Andy over and over in your head, thinking of different things you could’ve said. You wished you’d said something more substantial than just telling him to get out.
As you stood in your towel, staring at the mirror, cogs in your head began to turn. You didn’t need Andy. What you needed was a stiff drink and good cry. And a good fuck.
Your mind went to Pietro, the pretty bartender who so clearly wanted you. He was kind too. You didn’t have faith in the long term prospects – you would be just another notch in his bedpost – but you were sure he knew how to get you off.
With this new resolve, you dressed yourself in a low-cut dress and chunky heels. You put on far make-up than you usually did. The overall effect was exactly what you were aiming for: slutty. You hoped that Pietro would appreciate it.
You checked your watch. Your shift was nearly over, which means that Pietro would be leaving the resort soon. You needed to get over there before he did. Speedily refilling your cat’s food and water bowls, you called an Uber.
You made it to the resort five minutes before your shift was due to end. Positioning yourself against the wall outside the locker room, you waited for Pietro.
You noticed him before he noticed you. Although he didn’t have a lifeguard uniform, he had taken his shirt off, and a whistle was hanging around his neck. It was resting on the smooth, pale skin between his pecs. When he saw you, he did a double take.
“What are you doing back here?” he asked. His eyes darted down to your cleavage for a split second, and then back up to your face.
“Do you wanna go out for a drink?”
“I…” He blinked at you. “What?”
“I just found out that my boyfriend of four years has been cheating on me for God knows how long. So do you wanna go get a drink?”
He stared at you. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Don’t make me wait too long,” you said, dropping your voice into a sultry tone. “I might get bored and wander off.”
He disappeared into the locker room and re-emerged seven minutes later, dressed in a tight-blue t-shirt and jeans. His hair was dripping wet, and he smelled of cologne.
“I know a place, further down the beach,” he said. “They do good cocktails.”
You looped your arm through his. His bicep was firm under your hand. “Lead the way.”
When you reached the beach, you had to remove your shoes, because you didn’t trust your ability to walk in heels. The sand was warm and pleasant between your toes.
Pietro was uncharacteristically quiet as you walked down the beach together. He had always been flirtatious with you, but now that you were practically throwing yourself at him, he didn’t have anything to say. It was enough to make you doubt yourself. Maybe he’d never really been interested in you at all. Maybe he just liked to flirt, and since you had a boyfriend, he could flirt with you with no risk of it going any further.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, prinţesă?” asked Pietro, noticing the drawn expression on your face.
“N-nothing,” you stammered, all semblance of suaveness forgotten. “I’m just nervous, I guess. Overthinking.”
“There’s no need to be nervous, prinţesă. It’s just me.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and your heart skipped a beat.
Maybe this was a terrible idea. You had never been one for casual hook-ups. What if all he wanted was a one-night stand and he left you wanting more? You tried to push that thought down. You would cross that bridge when you came to it.
Pietro led you to a little bar on the beach. You let him order for you, so he returned with two glasses of what he informed you was Sex on the Beach. He winked at you as he said it, and you felt some of the pressure release in your chest.
You clinked your glass against his and then took a long sip of the drink. Setting it down, you felt Pietro’s hand on your wrist. He smoothed his fingers over the skin of your palm, coaxing you into letting him hold your hand.
“Why did you invite me out tonight, prinţesă?”
“I already told you, my boyfriend-”
“I don’t mean that.” He shook his head. “I mean why me? Surely you have lots of friends you could be lamenting with right now.”
“Because you’re beautiful.” The words just slipped out. You had meant to say something along the lines of ‘because you’re hot’ or ‘because I want you to put your tongue inside me’, but instead, you said beautiful. Pietro’s cheeks were turning particularly rosy, which was gratifying, at least. “And you’re kind to me. You protected me earlier, when that guy was being a creep.”
“Anyone would’ve done that,” he said, looking down at his drink. “I’m just the person who was there.”
“Bullshit.”
“If you say so.”
“I don’t know if Andy would’ve done anything.” That was probably an unfair assessment. He probably would’ve done something, but he would’ve been angry for the wrong reasons. “When I told him what happened he seemed more upset that you were the one who rescued me than he was that someone had groped me. He always felt threatened by you. Like he was afraid I was going to cheat on him with you.”
Pietro huffed out a laugh. “Fuck that guy.”
“Yeah. Fuck him.”
As you moved onto your second round of drinks, you made the conscious decision to drop the topic of Andy. Maybe at some point, this had all been about him, but it wasn’t anymore. Tonight should be about you and Pietro, and you weren’t about to let your stupid ex ruin it.
Talking to Pietro was easy, especially now that you were allowed to flirt back. He was sweet and funny and your skin tingled every time he touched you.
With your third round, you shared some French fries, and when you were done, he asked if you wanted to stay here or move onto somewhere else.
“Come home with me?” you’d suggested, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”
You held hands as you walked back up the road to your apartment building. Pietro filled the silence, tipsy and cheerful, and you were content just to listen to him talk.
At the door to your apartment, you were very aware of his presence behind you. His breath ghosted over the back of your neck, making you shiver. You let yourself in.
Your cat was curled up on the couch, and Pietro beelined for her, sitting down beside her and scratching at her chin.
“Hello, beautiful,” he cooed as she laid her chin in his palm. “What’s their name?” he asked, turning to you. You grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him in to kiss you.
His hands went to your waist immediately, pulling you closer to him. You broke apart for just a moment, resting your forehead against his.
“Her name is Millie,” you said, and then you kissed him again.
You ended up in his lap, straddling his thighs and smearing lipstick across his face. No matter how much you pushed and pulled on each other, the spaces between you felt too big. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he let out a low moan that sent a shockwave of heat up your body.
“You like that?” you murmured.
“Shut up.” He flipped you over, pressing you down into the sofa. Your heart was thudding at how easy it was for him to do so. You smoothed your hands up his arms as he buried his face into your neck.
You were feeling amped up, but Pietro seemed to want to take it slow, so you let him kiss your neck languidly, carding your fingers through his hair. The weight of his body on top of you, the gentle smacking of lips and the subtle graze of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck had you aching for him.
“Pietro,” you whined. “Stop teasing me.”
He pressed his crotch against yours, letting you feel how hard he was. You let out a little groan. “Bedroom?”
You hesitated. The bedroom was where Andy and that woman had been just hours ago. On the other hand, what better revenge was there than fucking Pietro in the bed you and Andy had shared so many times?
You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Hand in hand, you led him to your bedroom. Tentatively, you lay down on the bed, and Pietro climbed on top of you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, going back to kissing your neck. “I want to taste you. Can I go down on you?”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Y-yeah, okay. Please.”
He gave you another lopsided smile and began to kiss his way down your neck. Your dress was already bunched up around your thighs, so it didn’t take much for Pietro to push it up a little further, revealing your lace panties.
“These are pretty,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband.
“I wore them for you.”
“Well, I better show you how much I appreciate them, then.”
A choked off gasp escape your lips as his tongue pressed against you through the fabric. He tongued at your clit, drawing little moans from deep within you. As he slid them to the side and pressed his tongue directly onto your clit, you grasped his hair again, trying to pull him closer.
He kept his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you fast against his face as his tongue flicked lazily over your most sensitive parts.
“Why don’t you play with those titties for me, pretty girl?”
Breathlessly, you pushed the front of your dress and your bra down, revealing your breasts. You squeezed them, moaning at the feeling.
“Mm, good girl,” said Pietro. He let go of one of your thighs so that he could play with your clit while he pressed his tongue into you. You pinched your nipples, relishing the tingling sensation that was building inside you. “I could stay down here all night, prinţesă. Just playing with your pretty little pussy, making you cum over and over. Would you like that, prinţesă?”
“Pietro,” you whimpered, grinding back down against his face. “Feels so good.”
“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”
Your head tipped back against your pillow, and you let the sensations wash over you. Your thighs were draped over Pietro’s shoulders, your toes curling against his back as a deep moan escaped your lips.
He kept going until you pushed him away, oversensitive and sore.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck,” he agreed.
With insistent, needy hands, you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, which he stripped off with little fanfare. Your hands went straight to the bulge in his shorts, groping him through them. He moaned and let his head tip back.
As you pulled down his shorts and underwear, his cock sprang up, lying flat along his stomach. He kicked them off the rest of the way, and you pulled him in for another kiss.
You could taste yourself on his lips. You might’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself so much. Your hands were all over him, skimming over the firm lines of his abs and coming to rest against his pecs.
“Lay down,” you said, pushing him back against the pillows. He obliged, giving you a hazy smile as he did so. You situated yourself comfortably between his legs. As you grasped his cock firmly in one hand, his head tipped back against the headboard with an audible thunk.
You licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, tonguing at the head. His hand cupped your neck, and he met your eyes.
It was a beautiful sight. His pupils were blown, his hair wild, his abs rising and falling with every shallow breath. You sucked his cock, chasing every little gasp and moan you could draw from him.
You shifted down and tried to take as much of his balls into your mouth as you could. He let out a half-gasp, half-moan and pushed you gently away.
“Prinţesă, I need you. Can I fuck you?”
You pulled back and started to crawl over him. Your knees were either side of his chest as you reached for the nightstand and rooted around in the drawer.
“Here,” you said, passing him a condom.
He touched the hem of your dress. “I want to see all of you. Can you take this off?”
“Yeah, okay.” You tugged it off over your head and then discarded it over the side of the bed. You gave your panties the same treatment.
He slipped the condom on and then reached for you. You came to him willingly, straddling his lap.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands from your hips up to your breasts.
You felt your face heating up again. Instead of responding, you lined his cock up with your entrance and then slid yourself down onto it.
He was a little bigger than you were used to, so you took it slow, inching your way down him. He clutched at your hips, murmuring sweet encouragements to you as you went.
Once you were fully seated, you guided his hands from your hips back up to your breasts, and began to move.
Pietro was squeezing your breasts hard enough that you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of liked that idea. You rocked up and down, fucking yourself on his cock.
“Fuck…” he groaned as you took him deeper. “You feel so good.”
His hips moved with you, fucking up into you. You dug your fingers into his pecs and closed your eyes, letting your body take over.
Suddenly, Pietro was rolling you onto your back again without ever sliding out of you. He hooked your ankle over his shoulder and pressed down, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
“Fuck, Pietro,” you moaned, sliding your hand down between you to rub your clit. You were close.
He kissed you, swallowing your moans. You reciprocated by catching his lip between your teeth. He swore loudly again and pushed your hand out of the way, rubbing your clit for you.
With one of his hands firmly squeezing your breast and the other strumming over your clit, you moaned out his name as you came.
“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good,” he said, feeling you clench around him, and then he collapsed on top of you, softening cock sliding out of you.
You cupped his chin and dragged him in for another kiss. You held each other like that for a long moment, lips pressed together and limbs entwined. When you broke apart, he didn’t go far. He settled down with his face pressed into your collarbone, wrapping you in a full-body hug.
You carded your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”
Pietro chuckled into your neck. “I’m just trying to savour you, prinţesă.”
You exhaled. “Because this is just a one-time thing, right?”
He pulled back to look at you. His bright blue eyes bored into yours, making you feel all of a sudden very exposed. “It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to be.”
You blinked at him. “What?”
To your immense displeasure, he sat up, pulling away from you. You pulled the corner of the duvet up, covering your chest, and sat up too. He wasn’t looking at you.
“I thought you didn’t ‘do’ relationships,” you said. “I’ve never seen you go out with a girl more than a couple of times.”
He smiled a sad smile. “Just because I wasn’t interesting in dating any of those girls doesn’t mean I don’t want a relationship.” You blinked at him. He sighed. “I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted you.” Your mouth fell open. “I spent years of my life pining over a girl who had a boyfriend. How pathetic is that?” He snuck a glance at you. “And now we’re here, and you want me, but only because you’re trying to get revenge on your shitty ex. And I’m here because if one night with you is all I get, then I’ll take it.”
“Pietro…” You took his hand in yours. Your heart was pounding. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”
“Maybe. But I’m sorry anyway. I’m sorry I wasted my time with Andy when I should’ve been with you.” Pietro’s jaw dropped. You continued, “Can we start again?”
“What?”
“You and me.” You took his hand in yours. “Just two single people who want to go out with each other. No Andy. No one-night stand. No revenge. Just us. Forget about everything else.”
He turned his head towards you, staring down into your eyes. When he kissed you this time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, half-straddling his thigh.
“I’d like that,” he said when you broke apart.
The two of you stayed up most of the night talking and touching each other, fondling and fucking. When you finally drifted off to sleep, sunlight was starting to peek around the curtains.
*
You awoke some time after midday to a harsh rapping on your front door. For a brief moment, you were disoriented, an unfamiliar arm curled around your waist, but then you remembered the previous night.
Pietro let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. You made a frustrated noise and got to your feet, pulling on a dressing gown.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” you said, speed-walking to the front door. You almost tripped over Millie as you did so, and she let out an annoyed meow. “Sorry, baby.”
The knocking got louder. You had no idea what was so urgent. It was your day off, and you had wanted to spend as much of it as possible in bed with Pietro.
You opened the door to the extremely unwelcome sight of Andy, holding a bouquet of flowers.
He stared at you for a moment, like he’d forgotten why he was here. “Were you asleep?”
“Yes, I was asleep,” you said tersely.
“It’s nearly 2pm.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. He had always hated when you slept in, but you couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to bring that up right now. He took in your expression and winced. “I mean- I’m sorry- Can I-”
Instead of finishing his sentence, he sidled past you into the apartment.
“I didn’t invite you in,” you said pointedly.
“I know I’m sorry. I’ll only be a minute. I just came here to apologise.”
“For fucking another woman in my bed?”
He grimaced. “I mean, yeah, but… it wasn’t like that, okay? It just sort of happened. I never meant to cheat on you.”
“Oh, so it was an accident?”
Andy didn’t respond. He was staring at a point somewhere over your shoulder. You looked over to see Pietro, dressed only in boxer shorts, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. Millie was nuzzling his leg.
“What’s he doing here?” Andy hissed, and you felt all of yesterday’s anger bubbling up again.
“You lost the right to ask me that when you fucked someone else, you fucking asshole,” you snarled. “FYI, he made me cum more times last night than you have in the last month. So get fucked.”
Andy looked from you to Pietro and back. “You really think you can rely on him? That he’s not gonna cheat on you?” he snapped. “He’ll hang around until some girl prettier than you shows up – and they will – and then he’ll leave you alone.”
Anger and pain twisted your heart up into your throat. Embarrassingly, you thought you might be about to cry, when suddenly Pietro’s warm hands were resting on your shoulders.
“You’re projecting, asshole,” said Pietro. His expression was stern. “Just because you’re a cheating bastard doesn’t mean everyone is. Now get out before I throw you out.”
Andy looked at you. You stared him down. “Get out of my apartment,” you said through gritted teeth. “And take your flowers with you. I don’t want them.”
His shoulders slumped. “Fine.”
Defeated, he walked back out into the corridor outside your apartment. He turned to you, as if to say one last thing, but you shut the door in his face.
Pietro exhaled loudly. “What a douchebag.” He approached you tentatively. You could feel the warmth of his body, even though he was inches away. Leaning back, you let him wrap his arms around you from behind.
“I know.”
He kissed your cheek. “I can still beat him up for you if you want,” he said, sliding a hand into your dressing gown.
You cracked a smile. “Thanks, babe.”
Sequel.
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Hi, I have a request.
So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)
He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.
Yea, so angsty & fluff.
The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.
Thanks, I love how you write
Have a nice day.
anything from you - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader
summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough
word count: 1662
tw: no!
a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3
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"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."
"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."
"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."
"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."
"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."
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“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N. 
“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”
“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.
“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”
“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”
“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”
“I see.”
“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”
“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”
“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”
“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”
“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”
“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”
“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”
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“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant. 
“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”
“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”
“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.
“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”
You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.
“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”
Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”
“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.
“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”
You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp. 
“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”
“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”
“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. 
With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.
“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”
“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”
“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”
“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”
“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.
“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.
“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”
Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”
“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”
“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”
You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.
“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”
“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”
“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”
“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”
“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”
“Leave?”
“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”
Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.
"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."
“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”
“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”
He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”
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translations:
"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.
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Kinktober Day 1-4
Pietro Maximoff x F!Reader
(Day 1-4 because I missed the first four days…)
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➪ Prompt(s): Pegging, tit-fucking, hate sex, rimming
➪ Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader
➪ Genre: angst, smut
➪ Warnings: Mature themes, sex, pegging, tit-fucking, rimming, swearing, death threats, submissive reader, dominant Pietro, unprotected sex, fingering
➪ Summary: After a mission gone wrong, you snap at Pietro and something unexpected happens…
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You were absolutely furious with none other than Pietro Maximoff, he never listened to you, never did as he was told and always took risks on missions. You had complained to Rogers and, well, the entire team, and requested to stop going on missions with him. Of course, though, they didn’t really do anything nor care all that much.
You were almost in a murderous rage, Pietro Maximoff had been getting on your nerves since he came to stay in the Avengers Compound with his twin sister. You felt bad for him, of course, but he was still an annoying prick.
As soon as you came back to the Avengers Compound, you started muttering to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. You turned to Pietro and opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again and groaned quietly.
“You know you could have gotten killed?!” You asked, voice raised as you turned to face him again. “You could have gotten us both killed!” You started mumbling under your breath again.
“You didn’t tell me to stay!” Pietro argued.
You stepped closer to him, getting in his face as you raised your voice at him, almost yelling. “I told you not to go!”
You huffed quietly. “For God’s sake, Maximoff, you listen to the primary on the mission. You listen to me! And what do you do? You ignore my orders, you get us in dangerous situations! I swear to God I am going to kill you! You-”
At that moment, Pietro grabbed your arms and pressed his lips against yours. For that small moment, it felt like bliss, despite the fact that you absolutely hated the man.
“Shut up.” Pietro growled quietly, his Sokovian accent thick and melodious, when his lips parted from yours. “All this complaining… It is none stop.”
You looked up at him, glaring at him. “How will you learn to stop being an idiot?”
Pietro shrugged ever so slightly, leaning closer to your face, a small scowl. “Do you ever stop complaining, L/N?”
You scowled at him, scoffing quietly. Your eyes glanced down to his lips, you were furious with the man, but, oh, how soft his lips were and how good he kissed. Now you saw what all the fuss was about with all the women Pietro dated or, well, slept with.
“You’re so fucking annoying, Maximoff.” You growled, looking up at him with spite.
“Again… the complaining.” Pietro mumbled, annoyance in his voice. “You just never stop. Chatter, chatter, chatter.”
You rolled your eyes, an almost silent scoff escaped your mouth. “And you are not worse than me?”
Pietro laughed out lightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his voice. “At least I don’t complain all the time.”
“At least I do my missions correctly.” You snapped back, staring up at him with sharp eyes.
Pietro gave a small grin, though he didn’t look all the amused, shaking his head. “Shut up.”
“You shut up.” You glared at him.
”Make me, L/N.” Pietro grinned.
And with those simple words, you clashed your lips with his, chasing a small noise of surprise on his face. The kiss had lasted a long, euphoric few moments, with Pietro pushing you up against the wall with his hands on your waist.
A certain noise escaped his mouth, a growl, a certain noise that went straight to your stomach. With hands moving to his silver hair, pulling at it gently, you gasped ever so quietly.
He really was a good kisser.
“I thought you hated me.” The speedster said with a cocky laugh, lips breaking from yours, but lingering by yours, teasing.
You stared at him, short breaths escaping your parted lips. “I do hate you.”
Pietro gave a small shrug, head moving slightly away as his eyes moved away from yours for a few moments, looking back at you with a stupid smirk, he seemed unbothered by the fact. “Fine by me.”
You shook your head, murmuring a curses under your breath, grabbing the back of his head and closing the gap between you and his lips once more. He was almost shocked by this, one of his hand moving away from your waist, moving to the wall so he didn’t completely crush you against the wall.
One of your hands remained in his dyed hair, while the other moved down to his neck, ensuring that he was staying connected to your mouth. You weren’t stopping this anytime soon.
It took Pietro a millisecond to decide that he didn’t want you in the landing room, he wanted you to himself. No distractions. No other Avengers. No S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. You gasped quietly when you felt the wind blowing in your hair, confused as to why you were now laid down on a bed. That was when you realised, the tricky bastard used his speed.
“Do you ever warn someone before running off with them?” You scowled, scoffing at his actions.
He only rolled his eyes at you. “Do you want this or not?”
You were silent, then you rolled your eyes, shaking you head before murmuring under your breath. “Just c’ere.”
He laughed lightly, leaning down onto the bed with his hands either side of your head, kissing you deeply, almost harshly. Your hands snaked around his neck, legs parted so that he was resting just in between them, your knees up to his ribs.
Just a few, short moments after he blessed you with his lips on yours, he broke the kiss, starting to attack your neck with sloppy kisses and nibbles. With eyes fluttering closed and small, sharp breaths escaping your delicate lips, Pietro’s hands snaked up to your ribs, keeping you in the place he exactly wanted you at.
Your hands went to his shirt, his stupid blue shirt, lifting it upwards to reveal his toned body. No words were exchanged as his lips broke away from your now purple neck, lifting his shirt over his head to show his pecks and abs. You’d seen his muscular body more than once because of training and, yet, it seemed that everyone it only got better.
He threw his shirt someplace in his room, his hands moving to his belt as he quickly undid it. With this quick freedom, your hands moved to undress your upper half of clothing, revealing your black bra, before taking that off and leaving it somewhere in the room you’d leave to future you to find.
Pietro set aside only a few minutes to check out your now exposed upper half, he had a stupid little smirk on his face, and he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself.
Although, when those quick seconds were done, he started to move to his trousers, undoing them swiftly while you did the same to your cargo pants. You slid off your pants, taking your underwear with them and pushed them to the side as Pietro did the same with his own trousers and boxers.
He grinned slightly, he then leaned down and started to kiss your collarbone, one hand pressed on your thigh as the other played with your nipple. Quiet and gentle moans left your mouth, a hand moving just to the side of Pietro’s chest, just above his ribs. His smooth hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh, a small thing that made your insides twist and your pussy wet.
The sweet, beautiful, melodic sounds that were coming from your mouth were quick to get Pietro hard, his cock pressing up against you stomach. With the feeling of his dick pressed up against your stomach, safe to say, made your heart pound harder and harder, with the addition off liquid that leaked from your pussy.
Pietro lips moved away from your collarbone, moving to the breast he hadn’t been playing around with. His mouth engulfed your boob, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as he pressed rough kisses on it. He made small humming sounds against your breast, causing the vibrations to spread across your entire body, a light moan escaping your lips.
The speedster, once decided that he gave enough attention to the first nipple, moved onto the one he’d been playing with, planting a kiss on it before his lips were parted from it. His tongue kept up its movements for an equal amount of time he spent of the other one, before he had enough and decided to try something.
He positioned himself so that his cock was able to easily slide in between your now saliva covered tits, you gave him a questionable look. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck your tits.” He grinned, his casual voice while saying something you’d never thought he’d ever say to you caused a breath to catch in your throat.
You didn’t say much more, only a small nod of acknowledgment as Pietro slide his hardened cock in between your wet breasts. A small groan escaped his lips as his eyes closed for only a split second, his facial expressions causing you to almost be in a hypnotic state.
His hips moved back and fourth in a continued rhythm, groans and gasps on pleasure escaping his mouth, his cock growing wetter with precum more and more by the second. The way his lips parted when his low pitched groans hit your ears, the way his hair fell in front of his face when he watched his cock slide in between your boobs, it was all causing you to grow wetter by the second.
He thrusted his hips into your breasts a few more times before he started to get more and more faster with his movements, his cock pulsing as his breathing became more laboured and shallow. His head was low, watching as his cock pulsed and grew wet, loving how it looked in between your wet tits.
He let out a final groan as his thrusts became sloppy and slower, his white, thick liquid spilling out of his cock and spreading across your chest. He started to regain his breathing quickly, watching as you breathed heavily, a certain look in your eyes.
He stared at your shunning eyes, his smirk returning as he moved away from his position, moving your legs so that they were resting on top of his shoulders. His lips started to kiss your inner thighs, biting lightly on them ever so often to try and get those reactions out of you again.
Reactions he did get, you squeezed your thighs slightly together when he bit down on your inner thighs, moans escaping your lips as your eyes closed from the pleasure you were receiving.
You opened your eyes for a moment, you tutted quietly. “Maximoff, are you going to use me to pleasure yourself or actually let me feel something?”
He rolled his eyes at your statement. “You’ll see what I do.”
You repeated his words under your breath in confused. “What the hell do you- Oh…”
Your words were cut off by a quick, louder moan. Pietro’s tongue had entered your ass, licking it lightly as he ate you out. Your back arched, a new sensation you’d never felt before causing you pleasure you’d never think you’d enjoy before.
“Oh… shit…” You mumbled under your breath, your breathing becoming laboured as your hands gripped into Pietro’s hair.
You felt the small chuckle come from Pietro’s lips, causing a vibration through your body which just resulted in you letting another moan. Quiet and reserved moans were quickly switching into louder, shameless sounds, both you and Pietro could not care less about how much noise you were making.
Pietro, nor you, were extremely happy that the you had not been penetrated yet. Pietro needed his dick to be stimulated by something else, and you needed something inside of you. So, Pietro moved his lips away from your ass and pushed your legs off of his shoulders. He positioned himself, still in between your legs, and moved your legs so that they were around his waist.
He leaned over you and positioned his cock to your ass, before he pushed in slowly, causing a sharp breath to be taken in by both of you. One of the speedster’s hands moved so that his fingers slid inside of your desperate, soaked pussy, he started to slowly stimulate it. You laid your head back into the pillow, moaning out as his fingers did wonders on your pussy.
“Oh, yes…” You moaned out, hands moving to Pietro’s hard biceps.
Pietro only prided himself in your noises, he groaned out. “That’s it… yeah, oh, that’s it…”
Then, when Pietro thought was the right time, he started to move his cock in and out of your backside slowly, groaning as he did. You squeezed your eyes shut, loud whines and moans escaping from the sensation of his cock in your ass and his fingers pleasuring your wet pussy.
Pietro, despite his fast nature, kept up the slow pace, knowing that he should let you get used to the feeling of his thick dick in your ass, as much as he wanted to ruin you into oblivion. His low moans and groans were torture for you, all you needed was something inside of you, something that could easily slide in and out. You needed him to ruin you, just as he wanted.
Moments that were immensely pleasant for the both of you passed, which was when Pietro decided to start to get faster and harder with his movements, his hips pulling backwards before snapping back towards your ass, fingers started to finger you deeper.
It was not long before the two of you were a thing of entangled limps and moaning and groaning messes. Pietro’s sliver hair was falling in his face, grunts escaping his lips as he snapped his hips into you harder and harder. You were left with an arched back, head thrown back in the pillow, hands gripping at Pietro’s arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you positively.
“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, vision starting to get blurry as your legs started to shake. “Oh, God- Oh.. oh!”
Pietro groaned out, eyes closing for a few moments. “Shit… I’m going to-”
“Me… fuck, too…” You mumbled out.
And right you were, both of you released with a loud moan. Your back arched into Pietro chest, eyes squeezing shut with your mouth agape as your wet liquids covered Pietro’s fingers. Pietro let out a groan as his cock released inside of your ass.
Only a few seconds later, Pietro pulled his cock out of you and slowly slipped his fingers out of your pussy, and panting quietly, he laid beside you. You rested a hand on top of your chest, feeling Pietro’s previous release on there.
“I’m using your shower first.” You decided quickly.
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OMG could you do a being in a fake relationship with Pietro maximoff to make someone jealous but you both end up falling for eachother
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Days had started to feel longer and sadder ever since you and your now ex-boyfriend had broken up. The reason why seemed foolish for you but to him, it wasn’t. Right before he left you for good, he turned around to face you, a torn expression on his face. 
“Look, I’m sorry Y/N but this is all just too much for me. You’re always away on a mission or whatever it is that you do and I just can’t take it anymore. I’m done here,” his words stung and the kiss he planted on your forehead did even more, as a tear rolled off your cheek. 
Now, of course you had tried to reach out to him on the days that followed his departure. But, you quickly figured out that he had made up his mind for good and that it was time to get over him. Did you manage to do so? Not quite. 
The Avengers eventually caught up on your odd behaviour, which was very different than the one they were used to. Usually, you’d be described as the bubbly one, the one who’s laugh can always be heard easily. There, it wasn’t the case at all. I’m not saying that you were sliding across every wall crying and hugging old photos of your ex but you weren’t exactly cheerful either. 
“What’s her deal?” Pietro asked, as he nodded in your direction so that Sam would get who he was talking about. 
“Y/N? I don’t know man, but from what I can see, she’s not having the best time right now,” he observed, frowning. 
You were walking around the kitchen with eyes still puffy from the night before, which you had spent erupting in small breakdowns right when you thought the previous one would be the last ever. You almost teared up again when you went to pour coffee in your cup and noticed that none was left. However, Wanda’s comforting hand your shoulder kept you from doing so. 
“Here, let me take care of this.” 
In the blink of an eye, your cup was filled and warm to perfection. She stood before you, her head tilted and her eyes filled with concern.
“You’re still coming tonight, right?”
“Tonight?” 
“Stark.”
“What’s with Tony?” 
“His party, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it.”
Of course you had. So many things were running in your mind and Stark’s party had been the very last to do so. All you’d been thinking about lately was what you were going to do next. Would you get rid of the pictures? The playlist? His old shirt? Toothbrush? Not once had a party been your main concern. 
You shook your head in confusion and frowned, wondering if a going to a party would be the best choice to make at that moment. Wanda caught up, and gave you half a smile. Taking your hands in hers, she squeezed them with affection. 
“You have to come. I’m sure it’ll help you clear your head. Plus, Natasha can’t come… I can only handle so many bad news,” she leaned in a bit, and gave you the puppy dog look only she can do so well. 
She smiled victoriously the minute you rolled your eyes, in defeat. “Yes. I’m confident you will thank me tomorrow morning,” she said before kissing your cheek and leaving to go to training. 
The day passed on an average note. You spent an hour or so training with Steve and Sam, who had both tried to make you forget your problems with punches and kicks.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Give me a smile, I promise I’ll let you win next time,” Sam breathed cockily as he stood over you, a n inviting hand hovering over you as an invite to help you up. 
“Right.”
When the time finally came, you heard three knocks following a rhythm only you, Natasha and Wanda had established. 
“Uh- Wow,” Wanda let out as she stepped back a bit. “Now I kind of hope he’ll show up only for him to break down with regrets.”
You chuckled and looked down quickly, “Can we please just not talk about him anymore? I’m coming to forget.”
Wanda laughed along and took your hand in hers as she started walking, “Right, to forget.” 
Stark was known for his extravagant parties and yet again, he hadn’t missed one beat. The decoration was ravishing, dancers were dancing high up, on golden platforms. The music was loud, coming from every where in the room, which was made possible by the new technology he was experiencing. 
“Well, if these aren’t the two most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Not even in Asgard,” you and Wanda turned around to face Thor, smiling with a drink in hand. Handsome couldn’t even be the right word to compliment him back, but you still used it. 
“I have to agree here,” Pietro appeared behind him and walked in to plant a protective kiss on his sister’s forehead. “You do look very beautiful, Y/N,” he noticed out loud with a thick accent, as his eyes quickly scanned your entire self which made you feel naked almost. 
The music was loud, almost too much but this and drinks were the perfect combo to make you think about anything else than him. However, the content smile quickly disappeared from your face when you spot him at the bar, with a hand holding firmly the back of a woman you’d never seen before. “Why’d I have to look at this damn bar,” you thought, regretful. 
“What’s wrong, dragoste?” you heard Pietro’s voice quite close to your ear, which sent shivers down your back. 
“Hm? Nothing. I think I’m gonna take some air,” you said loudly enough for him to hear. You thought he’d leave it at that but that’s knowing Pietro wrong. A frown automatically decored his traits and he faked a pouty expression, earning a smile from you. 
He leaned in again, “Don’t tell me it’s because of that guy, there.” You tried to fake innocence but gave up because he’d shown you enough times before that he can always see right through your bullshit. “C’mon.”
You didn’t have the time to think before feeling yourself being dragged deeper into the crowd, yet closer to the bar. It didn’t take you long to connect the dots, Pietro had a plan. Classic one, even stupid but saying that it didn’t make you feel like a teen again would be a lie. 
“This song actually makes me despise Americans a bit less,” Pietro admitted with a grin as he took your hand in order to make you twirl once or twice. Being with him was like a breath of fresh air. He’d always have this special ability to make you smile and crack a laugh even when you really didn’t feel like it. Again, he didn’t miss. He’d managed to make you forget about what you had just witnessed. However, what you hadn’t expected was for Pietro’s charm to actually work on you. When you weren’t single, you’d been doing your best to not appear like his tricks made you feel anything. You’d stay friendly at best and leave it at that. But now that you were “free” again? Hell, it was all different then.
Now, maybe it was also enabled by the alcohol, the music and the mix of anger, sadness and deception that had been bottling up in you. But, you could tell that something was different. 
“Hey,” you saw Pietro mouth and so, you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes. His breath felt warm on your ear and for a second, you felt your knees give you up. “He’s looking at us. Brother doesn’t seem to pleased.”
You could tell that Pietro was having fun with it but didn’t take it too seriously. You’d witness every time he’d show a new girl around the tower or cancel your team plans to meet one. Everyone knew that Pietro was living the single life to the fullest and hence that you were probably one among others. But, for once, you didn’t hang onto that miserable thought. 
“Oh,” you breathed in — almost — fake exasperation, “Let him.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought him closer to you. 
Pietro looked surprised at first, then amused, and then simply content. It also felt as if he relaxed under your touch. As if being around you on this very night was different for him as well. But, you didn’t pay it much attention either. 
“It’s getting too hot in here, I think I want to get some air and thistime, I really mean it,” you managed to say between breaths. Seems like partying can be exhausting when done with Pietro. “Trust me?” you heard him ask as he grabbed your hand firmly and nodded almost immediately.
“There.”
Looking around, you made up that you were now both standing on the only empty spot of the Stark terrace, above New York. The view was breathtaking as always but Pietro’s blue eyes reflecting the city lights was even more. 
The flirting went on, Pietro was making a few jokes and you’d laugh shamelessly. “I prefer to see you like that.”
“Like what?” 
“Happier.” 
“I was.”
“Didn’t seem so lately.”
Now, it hit you. You were mourning a relationship that had actually — theoretically — ended weeks ago. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realised all of this and shook your head in disbelief. Pietro, on the other hand, was looking for your eyes as as a smile started to form on his lips. 
“You’re right.”
“It feels good when you admit it.”
“Please, don’t get too cocky.”
“I’d never.”
Your exchanges were getting shorter and shorter as tension started to build. Even though the music was inside, it was still pounding in your chest and blame it on that or your surroundings which made you loose track of everything but it all happened so fast. Next thing you knew, you lips were on Pietro’s and your hand on the back his head. 
Now, what surprised you was how quickly he caught up. He didn’t brush you off or stopped you. Instead, he kissed you back and even smiled into the kiss. It all felt so relieving. To the point that it didn’t feel like faking anything anymore. 
a.n. I tried a new writing style, tell me what you guys think!
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writing-for-marvel · 1 year
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These are all the fics l've read in January. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic
🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark
Dividers by @saradika
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Bucky Barnes
💧💗 Always (series) by @jadedvibes
💗💧 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool
💗💧🔥 Is It A Crime? (series) by @/crazyunsexycool
💗💧🔥 Bad Reputation (series) by @likeahorribledream
💗 Hello Neighbour (series) by @sunshine-on-my-mind
💗 Last First Kiss by @/jadedvibes
💗 Body Like A Backroad by @mindingmyownbusiness
💗 Inked by @/mindingmyownbusiness
💗 Falling For You by @/mindingmyownbusiness
💗 Mr Barnes Teacher Aid of the Year by @soulgazingwithbucky
💗 Bad Date by @littleseasiren
💗 One of the Guys by @late-to-the-party-81
💗 What’s Up, Buck? By @/late-to-the-party-81
🔥 Pink Dresses and Picnic Blankets by @sidepartskinnyjeans
💗 Pets and Their Humans by @lillywillow
💧💗 Vodka on the Rocks by @kinanabinks
💗 Fairytale by @/sunshine-on-my-mind
💗🔥 Wash Away My Sins by @slut4buckysarm
💗 Bucky struggling to say I love you by @littlelioncub43
🔥 There’s Really A Wolf by @flordeamatista
🔥 Dirty Rock by @jobean12-blog
🔥 Lesson Learned by @/jobean12-blog
💗 For You Always by @/jobean12-blog
💗 Respect the Loafs by @/jobean12-blog
🔥 Closer by @sgt-seabass
🔥 Just Between Us by @mellowsaturns
💗 The Gift by @rookthorne
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Steve Rogers
💧💗 Forget Ne Not (series) by @sweetascanbee
💗🔥 Until I Found You (series) by @madscape
💗 New Years Eve by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction
💧💗 Just A Moment by @holden-caulfield
🔥💗 Breathe Me by @honeystevie
💗 On Second Thought by @intrepidacious
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Joaquin Torres
💧💗🔥 Ojos Asi by @/late-to-the-party-81
💗 His Secret by @writingdumpster
🔥 Over the Moon by @moonlight-prose
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Attuma
🔥💗 Sink Into You by @wint3r-h3art
🔥 Attuma x f!reader by @inklore
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Thor Odinson
💗 And The Clouds Danced by @/late-to-the-party-81
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Loki Laufeyson
🔥 In A Hot Tub by @tuiccim
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Pietro Maximoff
💧💗 That Wasn’t My Plan by @/sunshine-on-my-mind
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Augustus Pugliese
💗 friends with benefits by @rodrikstark
💗 folding laundry by @/rodrikstark
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Sam Wilson
💗 Perfect Kiss by @blackleatherjacketz
💗 Red Dress by @ichorai
💧🔥 Resentment by @fluffyprettykitty
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Marc Spector
💧I broke his heart cause he was nice by @/fluffyprettykitty
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Andy Barber
💧💗 A Sunny Outlook by @navybrat817
💗 Preliminary by @/navybrat817
🔥💗 Taste of Paradise by @sunshinebuckybarnes
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Ari Levinson
🔥 Good For You by @/flordeamatista
🔥 To Have and To Fuck by @sweeterthanthis
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Lloyd Hansen
🔥😈 Impatient by @/flordeamatista
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Nick Fowler
💧💗🔥 Just How Good Were You This Year? by @doasyoudesireandlive
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Multiple Characters
💗 Secluded Cabin Vacation [Stucky] by @foxgloveprincess
🔥 She’s Not Mine [Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson] by @hannibals-favourite-meal
🔥 All The Time [Nick Fowler and Lloyd Hansen] by @geminixevans-stan
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faerieemetal · 1 year
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gamer!pietro who is usually in the top ranks until you knock him down. he has to see what you’re made of so he challenges you and he ends up meeting his match. the both of you are very good and even stream together. of course there are some people who think pietro is better than you and others who think you are better than him but you also have those who think you are equally good.
you and pietro finally decide to meet up in person over some coffee and get to know each other before you become really good friends. after a while, you start to like him and he starts to like you. after a few weeks of seeing each other, you start dating and your viewers manage to pick up on it very quickly, some of them already predicting that you would become an adorable gaming couple.
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elvain · 3 months
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a swift burning inside
On a hot summer's day, Johnny Storm decides to teach Pietro Maximoff some manners. His technique is a little unorthodox, but quite effective.
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read more on AO3. based on this tumblr post. feel free to rb and share!
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ashes-writing · 2 years
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wanna be yours part six | mcu ; p.maximoff
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TAG LIST BABES || RULES + FANDOMS || GOT A QUESTION/HC REQUEST? || MASTERLIST POST
CHAPTERS ; 
one - two - three - four - five can be found by clicking as soon as I link them, probably in the morning.
AUTHORS NOTES;
Wow, it has been a while since I updated this BUT BUT.. I'm doing it now, so ha! This one just kind of came to me, at last, things clicked into place like I wanted. It was so hard to reign this in, it very nearly turned into filth BUT.. i managed to stop it.
I wanna thank everybody who takes the time to read my work. And those who comment/like/reblog/reblog with tags, oh my god, you guys are amazing, you always make me heart sooo happy when I read back over your tags/comments after seeing them. This means so much to me and honestly, I can't thank you enough.
SUMMARY;
-- forbidden fruit is always the sweetest fruit.
you are Tony Starks daughter and Pietro Maximoff has pretty well staked his claim. How will this play out in the end, hm?
PAIRING;
Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader. Reader is female, has female parts but beyond this, there are no real physical descriptions present.
WARNINGS;
Ugh, fuck me. Pietro. He's the warning. Heavy sexual tension, swearing, me using google translate when he lapses into Sokovian (i provide translations), eventual filth, a potential murder when Tony finds out his daughter's dating an Avenger... and that particular one, at that. More warnings to come, probably.
TAGLIST;
@beardedbarba
@scoobiessnacks
These are the only people present on my MCU taglist. If you'd wanna be part of it, click and add on the link at top of post.
OTHER STUFF;
Let's see here. Tower isn't destroyed, Pietro isn't dead, Tony won't be dying if I make it all the way to that part in the mcuverse, several other things might change or be added and scrapped entirely, I'm not sure yet.
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Sleep was not happening for you. You finally accepted this around 2 am when you slipped out of bed and tugged on the Motorhead t-shirt you shed an hour before when you thought that maybe if you slept naked you’d actually sleep because you wouldn’t be quite so hot.
As you steal through the long corridor in your wing and step out into the shared areas, you spot a light on in the gym. You wander over and lean in the open doorway to see Pietro punching the weight bag, focused intently on the task. And all you could think about was earlier, on the couch. The way he kissed you like his life depended on it. The way his hands felt when they roamed your body in a pace foreign to the Sokovian speedster. Like he wanted to learn every curve, every freckle and every scar on you.
You’re in such a trance that you don’t realize you’ve been caught staring until Pietro is there, standing in front of you. Leaned in the opposite side of the open doorway as blue eyes flit over you filled with hunger. You swallow hard and you’ve closed the slim gap between your bodies before you even realize you’ve done it. “Piet?” you mumble, gaze settling on him as you go quiet. Not sure what to say or even do next.
But he knows. He’s perceptive. He can feel the nervous energy rolling off you in waves and he knows exactly why. You want to ask him if the kiss meant everything but you’re afraid. He chuckles quietly, blue eyes dancing as they lock on your lips and he leans into you and down just enough. Just so that rough lips bump your mouth softly as his hands catch on your hip, their warmth burning through your shirt it feels. You shiver at the touch and bite your lip.
“Don’t do that, draga mea. I want to do that.” he’s only half teasing when it slips out. You turn red all over. Pout a little as you blow at your hair. “Tease.” you mumble.
“Am not.”
“But you are, though.” you respond, a hand raising. Resting against a heart that beats so very fast. It could be the superhuman physiology, it could be something else entirely. You’re not sure. Your own heart’s beating a lot faster than usual too but around him, this isn’t new.
Pietro decides to both call your bluff and answer your unspoken question. A hand raises with such quickness it’s like it hadn’t happened at all and it catches in the back of your hair as his mouth crashes against your own and he’s pulling you up his body with his other arm which is definitely him giving a show of strength and yes, that show of strength goes right to your panties and you’re dripping in an instant. Your legs circle his waist and he deepens the kiss, his tongue running along yours, dominating the kiss. You almost forget to breathe a time or two. By the time it breaks you’re whimpering and rubbing against him with your hands dragging through platinum hair and tugging and digging in against a muscular bare shoulder with enough force to leave crescent imprints from your nails behind on pale skin.
He growls and there’s this wild gleam dancing in his eyes when the kiss breaks and you pull apart to breathe. He doesn’t put you down, he carries you down the hallway and you duck your head as everything around you starts to blur together.
When you look up again, you are inside of his private wing in the tower. Standing in the middle of the living space. Pietro lets you climb down but he’s on you again in an instant, your back up against the wall beside the door leading into the large suite of rooms. His hands are all over you and when he bucks himself into you a time or two, you feel how he’s dangerously close to bursting through his sweats and you whine, needy.
Breathless as he looks at you, he licks his lips and leans in real close, his mouth up against the shell of his ear. “Now do you believe me, draga mea? I am not a tease.” as his hand snakes down, settling against your ass to squeeze as he melts his muscular frame against you and takes several long and deep breaths, chuckling. “Couldn’t sleep either, hm?” he questions, pulling away to gaze at you. You shake your head and his hand grasps the column of your neck as his finger rolls over you soft cheek. His forehead settles against yours and very quietly, he admits breathless against your mouth, “It is so hard not to do things my way. Fast.” his fingers dig against your ass, bunching the bottom of the thin shirt up over it slightly so that he feels thin lace below in the process, “when it comes to you, draga mea.”
“What do you want, hm?” you question as you stare into his eyes. Pietro chuckles. And he rattles off a long list of nonsense but then his words die away and he murmurs in a low velvet growl, “You. I want you, draga mea.”
“Fuck.” you whimper it out, your breath coming in shaky gasps. “I want you too, I’m just..” you go quiet. “My father and my own bad luck and I-I’m.. I’m a fucking mess, Piet. A mess.”
“And I don’t care, draga mea.” he mumbles, finger curling beneath your chin to get you looking up at him again. “I don’t care about any of it. You asked me what I wanted. I answered you.”
You bite your lip as it settles in for you.
“I want you too. I really do.”
“And you have me. I am right here. I am more patient than I seem.” he goes quiet, just the slightest hint of red in his face because this is Pietro Maximoff at his most vulnerable. His most honest.
And you know it. You can see it in his eyes. 
“So what do we ah.. What do we do?” you drag  your hand through your hair as you look up at him. He chuckles quietly, pulling you even closer as he answers calmly, “We do whatever you want, draga mea.”
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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense part 1; pietro maximoff
pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 2k
warnings; none really, just like mind manipulation and mild violence if you squint.
main masterlist. series masterlist. taglist.
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"Tony!" Steve shouted into the intercom. You rolled your eyes, your father was a few inches away from him, there was no need to shout. “I need you to deactivate the force field so I can get in!”
"Where's the please?" you heard your father’s voice, chuckling at his words.
"I need backup," Natasha's calm voice was clear, proving that everything the team was using was nothing less than top-notch Stark technology.
"Going!," You said, running towards her.
You quickly arrived, pulling out the gun Clint had given you, and began shooting at Strucker's soldiers. You hated the fact that you were not part of the main mission, forced to just shoot those useless soldiers. 
Well, at least they had let you attend the mission. That was something.
"Be careful!" You hurried towards Nat, a soldier under Strucker's command almost cut her in half. She reacted and kicked him out. You fired a shot at another soldier and hit his face with your fist.
"Tony!" Cap shouted again. Will he ever stop yelling? "We need to get in now!"
"Damn wait, Rogers!" your father yelled at Steve. 
"Language!" 
You left Nat and headed to fulfil the part of the plan that had been assigned to you. You had to enter the fortress and get as much data as you could while Tony got the sceptre out of there.
"So we're going to ignore the fact that a minute ago Cap said 'language'?" your father asked indignantly. 
"So it seems," you answered, panting. "Can I use the jetpack...?"
"No, not yet," Thor said as you heard him throw his hammer through the air, surely at a soldier. You sighed. Why run if you could fly?
You continued running until you almost reached the fortress. You started to slow down, if the security had not yet been deactivated you couldn't enter. 
“Hey, uh… dad? How are we doing in regards to the security thingy?”
“Five minutes.”
“Alright” You went back to running, but almost immediately stopping as you heard a sound behind you. There was no need to turn around for you to know that there was someone behind you. Raising your hand, ready to shoot golden sparks out of it, you turned around and threw a beam of light at the person who was there.
With tremendous agility he managed to avoid it but just barely. You frowned, that person was fast, wayy much faster than you.
He was obviously altered, probably by Hydra. The team had talked about them before. "Guys," You whispered into the intercom, "I think I found one of those altered people, permission to attack?"
“Permission granted.” Steve said “Also Y/N, be careful.”
“I’ll try, '' you answered, smiling softly. You took the headset off and saved it in your suit pocket. Closing your eyes, you focused on just listening, your suit already glowing.
You heard the sound again and smiled. If you were right, this mutant would run in three seconds.
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You opened your eyes as you saw him running in front of you. You raised your hand, this time managing to hit him with a golden beam. He was paralyzed in a bubble of light that restrained him. Now that he was still you took a good look at him. He was a boy of about twenty, maybe twenty one, years old. His hair was black but it was silver at the tips. His eyes were crystal blue, very very blue, and they reminded you of how it felt like to be cold. His, let’s be fair, very attractive face was turned into a grimace of surprise and anger, probably because you had been able to stop him. His arms, very muscular by the way, were at his sides with clenched fists.
He was clearly angry. 
And he was clearly angry at you.
“What the- How the hell did you manage to stop me?! Get me out of this stupid bubble, silly girl!" he said with a thick accent.
You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. Analysing your features with pursed lips.
"Also, if I were you I would be way nicer" I asked, trying to make evident that I was the one with the power in this situation.
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?" he replied. Now that the initial adrenaline shock from stopping him had faded, you were able to recognise that his accent was, to say the least, kinda hot. You smiled.
"Because maybe then I'll consider taking you out of the bubble?" Your smile turned to a smirk as you sat on a broken log. You knew you were irritating him and it was simply hilarious to you.
"Get me out of here and then maybe I won't hurt you too badly!" he demanded.
You raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, I don't think so," You had an ironic innocent smile on your face, which was clearly making him even more furious.
"Silly girl," he said.
"Again with the 6th grade insults," you replied.
"How do you even do this?" he said looking at the bubble.
"I don’t think I should give you any details about our top secret, superhero worthy technology. Or should I?," You told him as you turned on the intercom. This whole interaction has just turned your cockiness levels up and, to be honest, that was probably not the best thing for the mission.
"Dad?" You said and almost immediately you heard Tony Stark's voice speaking.
"Yes, darling?" he answered.
"Can I go in now?" you questioned, chuckling as you saw how the foreigner tried, without success, to get out of the golden bubble. 
“Here’s the thing, I haven't gotten there yet, wait a minute. Oh, gentlemen!” More than five minutes had passed. You were about to make that fact evident when you heard an explosion.
“Oops sorry about that. Did it hit any of you guys?” Clint asked. 
“Not me.” Steve answered. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You turned around, neither the bubble nor the man were there. You slapped your forehead, knowing you should’ve focused more on that. A gust of wind came and out of nowhere and you were yanked to the floor, away from the fortress gate. Falling on your back, you cursed in pain.
"You didn’t see that coming?" said that russian voice mockingly. 
"Stupid, silly boy," you said, standing up.
“Language!” Your father yelled mockingly  on the intercom, you laughed.
"What’s so funny?" You chuckled as you realised the man did not know that you weren’t paying attention to what he said
"Nothing to do with you actually," You said. “Also, on that subject…” You raised your hands, launching with your right hand what would be the distraction beam, he obviously dodged it and you took advantage of his distraction. With your other hand, you lifted him up and put him back inside the bubble. He rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, not again!” he shouted and you laughed.
“Come on, Sonic. Already caught you twice, are your powers failing or what?” You mocked.
“Hey!” You heard the speedster call you. Turning you around, you raised your eyebrows. "At least tell me your name. I mean you already caught me, I want to meet the one who achieved such a feat." You couldn’t hide that you liked the praise, even if it was ironic, as you smiled. 
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?” You said, making fun of  what he said earlier. 
“Don't be mean, printsessa," he said, smiling like a soap opera heartthrob.You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile.
"My name’s something I’m saving for next time we meet so…," You waved and turned around, leaving the man inside of the light bubble. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you kinda hoped you two did meet again. Someday. Something interrupts your line of thought: The mission.
"Can I come in now, damn it?" you shouted at the intercom. Steve growled but refrained from scolding you. Tony sighed.
“Friends, welcome to the Von Stucker resorts hotel, you can come in.” He said.
"It's about time!" Steve commented.
"Yes!" said a third voice, it was Clint. Following his voice was an explosion and a growl. It sounded like he was hurt.
"Barton?" You called, turning around to realise the bubble had broken, once again.
“He’s hurt!” said Nat's voice. “Could someone destroy that bunker? They know we are here!” she exclaimed.
Hulk's growl was heard everywhere, he had destroyed the bunker.
"Thank you," 
“Nat, take Barton to the helicarrier, Thor, you and I will stay here fighting against the last of Strucker's soldiers.” Steve was taking control of the situation, per usual.
"And for the love of God, watch your language!" your father said. 
"I'll go in," you announced as you heard your father sigh.
You entered the fortress, there were soldiers running, but they didn't pay much attention to you. So you just kept walking, staying alert.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, they were almost imperceptible, but there they were.
You raised your hand, golden sparks flying from it, and turned around ready to attack. A red aura collided with the amber lights. It was strong, and you felt like it wanted to get into your head. The owner of the scarlet red aura was a girl, refined features, her hair was brown, and her eyes were… strangely grey?
She reminded you of someone.
Ignoring her attempts to enter your mind, you shot a blast, making the girl stumble. Her aura was cut off as she flew against a wall.
"So there’s more mutants huh?" You grumbled. She looked at you, clearly annoyed.
The girl raised her hand and you raised yours. 
She was staring at you, a completely blank stare.
Until she smiled.
Everything was strange. You knew that girl had managed to sneak into your mind, but you didn't know what exactly she was doing.
You turned around, attempting to shoot her, but no light appeared. You didn’t have your suit anymore, in fact, you were no longer in Strucker's fortress. You were in New York. 
You heard a scream and looked above you, which was where the sound was coming from.
Oh surprise, you were underneath one of those Chitauri ships that the Avengers had defeated a long time ago, before you were even part of the team.
The rest of New York, however, did not seem to have lived that before. It seemed like the team hadn't made it yet.
"It's too tall Tony, stop it!" You heard Steve yelling at your dad. You turned to look at them, but weren’t able to see them anywhere.
“A few more metres” Your father whispered. If the timeline was the same, he must have been taking the missile that was currently heading to New York into space, passing through the gaping hole in the sky where the Chitauri were sneaking onto the planet.
If that was true, then Nat was to be with Dr. Selvig on the roof of Stark Tower trying to remove the Tesseract to close the portal.
Your dad was saving the world, everything was going great, why was the girl showing you this?
“TONY COME OUT NOW!” Steve shouted. The portal was closed, and Tony was not falling where he should have been falling.
Nerves and fear were taking over you as your hands itched and tears gathered in your eyes.
You tried to remind yourself this wasn't happening.
It wasn’t real.
However, it felt so real.
The emotions felt so real.
The portal closed, but your father did not fall through.
Wake up!
"Y/N!" Tony's voice shouted from a distance. As you opened your eyes, you jumped from where you were leaning.
Back in Strucker's fortress, and your dad was there, next to you. You sighed with relief.
"What happened, sunshine?" he said, worried by the tears that were coming out of your eyes. You smiled and hugged him.
"You don't know how happy I am that you are here, Dad," You told him as you let him go. He smiled fondly.
“So am I. We are going now. We have a sceptre to steal.”
You nodded and walked next to him. He left through the secret door that J.A.R.V.I.S discovered and you stayed behind, trying to get as much information as possible from the fortress.
“J.A.R.V.I.S, I want you to get all the information, whatever it is. Plans, documents, notes. And send a copy to Fury, he'll be pleased to know that Hydra's dirty secrets are in his mail.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
You sat on the floor, thinking about what that girl had projected on your brain.
None of it made sense.
Your father came out with the sceptre. There was a weird vibe to him. He looked… strange, sadder in comparison to minutes before. 
He took your hand and you left the fortress.
Once you got on the helicarrier, you decided to sit next to Cap. He was looking at Clint, who was lying on an improvised stretcher, all of you were sure that when Dr. Cho arrived, she would take good care of him. 
"Good job, Y/N," Nat told you from behind. You turned your head to smile at her.
But your smile didn't reach your eyes, still somewhat dazed by the vision.
When you arrived, you went straight to the lab to review all the information collected from Strucker's base, perhaps this way you would be able to find out who these altered people were and if he was single there were more. 
“J.A.R.V.I.S, tell Mr. Stark that I will be late for the party. I'll be investigating,” 
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Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 7: Take Back What You Took
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
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Work Summary:
The season is over, and it's the resort staff party. Andy has a bone to pick.
Sequel to Leave Me In The Deep End.
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2998
Read on AO3.
Masterlists.
Summer Fics Masterlist.
Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye @mcximffs @noz4a2 @rottenstyx @starmansirius @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @alternativeprincess @annocaprosmaloka @thrutheburnout
Notes:
wooooooooo day 7, give it up for day 7
warnings for alcohol, public sex, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, fighting, protective!pietro, protective!wanda, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex
again, i apologise to all of the people named andy out there
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As you walked into the resort for the final time that year, you were overcome by a wave of nostalgia. The season was over. All of the guests had gone home, to your great relief. Tonight was the annual staff party.
The seasonal job market was strange. You had other work lined up – waitressing at family-owned restaurant across town – but you knew you would miss the resort. You would miss working with your friends, most of all Pietro. Of course, you would be back next year, as would he. You hoped (probably fruitlessly) that Andy wouldn’t come back.
You’d been seeing Pietro for a little over a month now, and it had been going really well. He slept over at your place a lot (he shared his own apartment with his sister, and you shared yours with a cat, so the choice for him was obvious).
Andy still worked at the resort, which made things a little awkward, but you were perfectly content to keep your distance from him. Pietro had more contact with him than you did, since they were both bartenders, but they hadn’t come to blows yet.
You rolled up to the party a little early. Hardly anyone had arrived yet, but there were tables of food and drinks set up, which you took advantage of. Pietro was coming with his sister, so you were content to help Nat set up the last few decorations.
“Odds on there being a fight tonight?” she asked you as you handed her a bunch of balloons. She was standing on ladder, getting ready to pin them up by the edge of the banner.
“There won’t be a fight,” you said, sounding surer than you felt.
Aside from anything else, Andy could get belligerent when he was drunk, and Pietro could be hot-headed.
Nat gave you a sideways glance. “You sure? You know Sharon’s gonna be here, right? It’s pretty messy between her and Steve at the moment.”
Your cheeks heated up. You hadn’t even thought of the possibility of someone else getting into a fight.
“Nah, Steve’s too much of a gentleman to get into it in public.”
“If you say so.”
People started arriving in dribs and drabs. Thankfully, Andy was nowhere to be seen. You sat down on a couch with a mixed drink in your hand, listening idly to a story that Sam was telling.
The only warning you got that your boyfriend had arrived was a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind. You might’ve flinched, but you recognised his cologne.
“Prinţesă,” he cooed. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Piet,” you scolded, batting his hands away. Sam, Steve and Bucky were all staring at you, a variety of amused expressions on their faces.
“I only tell the truth. Drink?”
“I’ve got one,” you said, holding up your glass. “But honestly it doesn’t hold a candle to your Sex on the Beach.” As a bartender, Pietro was very good at making drinks. Andy was a bartender too, but he’d never particularly been interested in making drinks for you. He didn’t want to take work home with him, you supposed.
“I’ll be right back,” said Pietro, dropping a kiss on the top of your head.
As soon as he was gone, you felt the weight of another person sitting down on the arm of the sofa you were leaning on.
You looked up and were relieved to see that it was Wanda. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a red dress that stood out against her pale skin.
“How are you doing, dragă?” she asked. The two of you had always been friendly. You had half-expected her to dislike you after you started dating Pietro – after all, she was pretty protective of him – but thankfully, the two of you had only seemed to grow closer.
“I’m good, what about you? Excited to be done for the summer?” You knew she was going back to college soon.
“Honestly? I think I’ll miss it once I start having to write essays again.”
“Yeah, I’m glad that part of my life is over.”
A shadow loomed over you suddenly. You turned, expecting Pietro, but from the sour expression that had suddenly come over Wanda’s face, you knew it wouldn’t be.
“Hey,” said Andy. He looked a little unsteady on his feet, like he’d been pre-drinking. Who pre-drinks before a work party with an open bar?
“Hi.” You looked over at Pietro, but he’d been waylaid talking to Scott and Hope. Beside you, Wanda got to her feet. You suddenly felt very vulnerable being the only person sitting down.
“I was hoping we could talk?” He glanced at Wanda, who glared back at him.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” you said. You stood up, fully intending to go and find Pietro, but Andy threw a hand out, blocking your path.
“Don’t touch her,” Wanda hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Andy put his hand up in surrender. “Not touching. Just wanna talk.”
“She said she doesn’t want to talk.”
“Wanda, it’s okay,” you said, touching her arm. If Andy wanted to apologise, then you weren’t going to stop him.
He gave you a hard stare. “I just think it’s really funny how quickly you moved on after we broke up.”
That threw you for a loop. You looked at Wanda, who looked just as scandalised as you did.
“Excuse me?” you said, as if you could’ve possibly misheard him. “What did you just say?”
“I said I think it’s funny how quickly you moved on after we broke up.” His speech was slurred, so you knew he had been drinking. You doubted he would’ve had the balls to talk to you like this otherwise, especially not in front of people. “And you and Pietro were always so friendly, so, like-”
You looked at Wanda. “Are you hearing this?”
“The audacity of this asshole,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
You looked back over to where Pietro was, and found him staring back at you. As soon as you made eye contact, he said something to Scott, and then started walking towards you. If there was going to be a fight tonight, it was about to happen.
“I’m the asshole?” Andy scoffed.
“Yes, you’re the asshole,” you said. “You fucking cheated on me! You don’t get to have an opinion about who I sleep with after I broke up with you.”
“You know it’s not gonna last, right? I already told you that. He’ll find someone prettier, and more interesting, and-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Wanda threw her drink in his face. He sputtered for a moment, and then moved as if to slap her, but didn’t get the chance.
Pietro had grabbed his arm and wrestled it behind his back. Andy let out a howl of pain. Pietro twisted him until he was shoved up against the wall, his arm at a painful angle behind him. The room went quiet. You didn’t have to look to know that everyone was watching.
“You think you can get away with being an asshole when I’m not there, you piece of shit?” Pietro muttered. “You think you can just say what you want to my girl without consequences? You don’t get to hurt her anymore, you prick.” His words were dripping with venom. Andy let out a muffled whimper, his face pressed into the wall.
Tentatively, you put a hand on Pietro’s shoulder. He looked at you.
“Too much?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, that was proportional. You should let him go now, though.”
Pietro released him, and Andy spun around, clutching his arm to his chest. “You think I don’t see what you are, Pietro,” he spat. “I saw you hanging around my girlfriend, being all sweet on her, just waiting for me to make one mistake-”
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. Pietro stepped forward, squaring his shoulders. He glared down at Andy, but his next words were addressed to you.
“Prinţesă,” he said. “Do you want to get out of here? Because if this asshole doesn’t get out of my face, then I’m gonna end up going to jail.”
“Let’s go,” you said, grabbing his arm. “You coming?” you asked Wanda, but she shook her head.
“He wouldn’t dare try anything with me now,” she said. “And this is my last chance to catch up with Nat before school starts again.”
“Alright.” You gave her a side hug and kissed her on the cheek. “Text me when you get home.”
“You too.”
Pietro gave his sister a hug, never taking his eyes off Andy. Andy was leaning against the wall, cradling his arm to his chest, looking as shrunken and pathetic as you’d ever seen him.  
You waved goodbye to your coworkers, who had all been watching the scene unfold, though none of them looked particularly surprised.
As soon as you stepped out into the open air, you exhaled. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, indeed,” said Pietro, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry for ruining your night.”
“Are you kidding? You jumping in to defend me is, like, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He gave you a wry smile. “You wanna go for a walk down the beach?”
“With you? Always.”
Once you got down the sand, you kicked off your shoes. You tried to pick them up, but Pietro got there first, flashing you a grin as he slung them over his shoulder. His other hand found your waist, keeping you pressed close to him.
“You know what’s nice?” you said idly.
“Hm?”
“I thought the shit Andy was saying would bother me, but I’m past the point of caring. Who cares if he thinks that I cheated on him with you? Who cares if he thinks you’re gonna trade me in for someone hotter?”
“If he thinks that there’s anyone hotter than you then he’s a fucking idiot, and he never deserved you.”
Warmth prickled across your skin. The moon was high in the sky, and Pietro hand was warm on your lower back.
“He’s an idiot,” you agreed. “And he doesn’t know you at all. You’re not who he thinks you are. I think it makes him feel better to think all men are assholes, because that way, it’s not his fault that he’s an asshole. The idea that you’d be good to me is so foreign to him.”
Pietro stopped walking. “Being good to you is easy. You inspire the good in me.”
Your heart stuttered. Under the moonlight, you could see the earnest expression on his face.
“Pietro…” you breathed.
I think I’m falling in love with you. Do you feel the same?
You couldn’t quite bring yourself to say the words. You weren’t drunk enough. It was too soon. Instead, you stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.
“Sit with me?” he murmured when you separated, and you nodded.
More gracefully than you thought possible, he fell back into the sand, pulling you into his lap as he went.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips found a spot under your ear, sending tingles down your spine. His hand slid up under your skirt, skimming up your thigh until you shivered.
“Pietro, we’re in public,” you murmured half-heartedly.
“Do you want me to stop?” You could feel him smiling against the skin of your neck.
“No.”
“Good.”
His fingers slid past your panties, finding you wet and wanting. You let out a soft moan as he bit down on your neck, skimming his finger through your wetness.
“Piet,” you whined, threading your fingers into his curls.
“Mm?”
“I need you.”
He pulled back to grin at you, and then he turned, rolling you onto your back. Sand was getting into every fold of your clothes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when Pietro put his head under your skirt.
He mouthed over you through your panties, dragging a strangled groan from deep within you. When he peeled them away from your pussy, you could feel that they were stuck to you.
Earlier on in your relationship, you would’ve been embarrassed, but you knew that it turned Pietro on to see how wet he could make you. You stared up at the stars above you, your free hand drawing patterns in the sand as your boyfriend got to work between your thighs.
You closed your eyes.
You could hear the ocean. You could hear your own unsteady breathing. You could hear the wet sounds as Pietro licked and sucked and kissed your pussy.
“So pretty,” he mumbled. “So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He got like this sometimes, writing love letters to your pussy with his tongue, burying his face in you until you were the sum total of his experiences of the world.
Even though neither of you had said ‘I love you’ yet, he made you feel more loved than Andy ever had.
Your thighs were trembling. The heat was building inside you, ready to tip you over the edge. You knew that Pietro could tell. He dug his fingernails into the flesh of your thigh, speeding up the ministrations of his tongue.
“Cum for me, prinţesă,” he murmured, as if he was speaking to your pussy. He sucked your clit into his mouth and you let out an unexpected high-pitched gasp, clenching around nothing.
You moaned his name, cresting the wave of your orgasm. He held you through it, his fingers and tongue making you feel pleasure that, two months ago, would’ve been inconceivable to you.
He didn’t stop immediately, and your clit was starting to hurt, so you tapped him on the shoulder. He emerged from under your skirt, bright-eyed and licking his lips. You tugged him on top of you, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself in him.
“Can I fuck you?” he panted. “I could feel how tight you got when you came and I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
“Please,” you groaned, your hands dropping to the button of his jeans. With his help, he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees and then positioned himself between your legs.
You were both still mostly clothed – you were, after all, in public – and somehow that seemed to add to the desperation of the situation. Your fingers knotted themselves in his shirt, and he was holding onto the fabric that had bunched up at your hips.
When he slid inside you, you both groaned. Even though you had been dating for a month, every time felt like the first. He stretched you out, making you whimper his name.
By now, he knew how you liked it. He knew how to nibble at your neck just right, and the angle he needed to reach your g-spot. He grabbed your thigh, hooking your ankle over his shoulder, and started to fuck you, hard and deep.
He gave you less time to adjust than usual – you were both a little drunk and it felt too good to wait – so you were sure you’d be sore in the morning. You didn’t care. All you cared about was that right now, Pietro was making you see stars.
Besides, he would be there in the morning to bring you breakfast and kiss you better. He always took care of you.
Right now, he was quite a sight to behold: on his knees, debauched, hair a mess, shirt rucked up and jeans halfway down his thighs. You had done that to him. No one else got to see him like this. Not anymore.
Evidently, he had gotten bored of not kissing you, so he readjusted his angle, hooking your leg over his hip instead, and hovered over you. His forearms were either side of your head, caging you in. He was looking into your eyes with such intensity that you almost looked away. Almost.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he breathed, and your pussy clenched unexpectedly. At the sudden tightness, his eyes fell closed, a moan halfway out of his mouth before he knew what was happening.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you grabbed his face and kissed him.
He smiled against your lips, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. Lying there on the beach, he made love to you. You never wanted it to end.
Eventually, it did end. He clawed at your sides, burying his face in your neck as his thrusting sped up. You slid your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit to try and bring you to your second peak. Pietro got there first.
He pulled out, cum splattering all over your thighs. He didn’t even take a second to catch his breath before diving back between your legs, pushing three fingers inside you and licking over your clit.
You moaned his name as you came for the second time, breathless and wet and so, so in love. This time, you had to pry him off you. Even as your legs twitched and you whimpered with overstimulation, he didn’t stop.
When you pushed him away, he rolled over onto his back, laying down beside you.
“Wow,” you breathed.
“Wow,” he agreed.
You rolled over, about to rest your head on his chest, but a movement at the edge of the beach caught your eye. Standing by the treeline that encircled the beach, mouth agape, was Andy.
When he saw you looking, he bolted. You sat up.
“What is it?” asked Pietro. “Something wrong?”
“Andy was watching us.”
He sat up, twisting around to look where you were looking.
You shook your head. “He’s gone.”
“Well… shit.”
“Shit.” You giggled.
He regarded you for a moment. “Do we care?”
“I guess not?”
“Okay, good.” He lay back on the sand, patting his chest. You took the hint, laying down half on top of him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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elliewlums · 2 years
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𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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first of all. thank you all so so much for 1000 followers in such a short amount of time. i really didn’t think this blog would reach as far as it has already and i’m so happy that you’re enjoying what i’m writing! i love you all endlessly<33
the celebration begins now and finishes when this post is no longer pinned on my profile
fandoms included within the celebration: stranger things, the marauders, harry potter, marvel and criminal minds
a tw in advance -> lots of the activities included within the celebration come under dark content. i have written a lot of dark content in the past and i am aiming to bring it back into my writing, so if you are uncomfortable with this, do not interact with my darker stuff. everything will be tagged accordingly
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insphoeration · 3 months
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current things occupying my brain:
a debt of time (seriously I need to touch grass)
protego by @suugarbabe (not very patiently waiting for the next chapter)
if I should put my bridgerton fic on hiatus and base it around the next season instead of s2 (because DKM but I don't like edwina's character in the show)
My pietro fic that I want to finish before I publish because I want it to be perfect because it's my baby
should I write marauders fanfic because debt of time has me that fucked up
Anyway please drop your marauders recs and edwina slander in my asks pls
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local-crying-boy · 3 months
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Pietro Maximoff Masterlist
Oldest to Newest:
New Years Eve Party / GN!Reader - One-shot, fluff
Mission Gone Wrong pt.1 / Fem!Reader - One-shot, angst
Mission Gone Wrong pt.2 / Fem!Reader - One-shot
Waking up with Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - drabble, fluff
Bodyguard Pietro Maximoff / GN!Reader - imagine
Kinktober 1-4 / Fem!Reader - Smut
Series:
Composure / Female OC
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