#Pietro maximoff x you smut

[icompletelysawthatcoming]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER 2024

summary: You try and get Pietro to sit still.

warnings: switch!Pietro, kinda dom!reader, cockwarming, penetration, unprotected sex, swearing

Since Pietro had gotten his super-speed, he would quickly become impatient. He liked when things happened fast because he would often lose focus if things weren't moving quickly. Sex usually wasn't any different than that and in all honesty you didn't mind. Pietro always made sure it was enjoyable for you. He was good like that and so sex was good and quick, well except for tonight, when you'd wanted to try something different. 

You're both sitting on the couch, well he is on the couch and you're sitting on top of him. Your dress is bunched up against your thighs and you're stroking his face, scratching his stubble and pressing kisses on his face. 

Pietro hums, desperately wanting to move his hips. He can feel you above him, his cock stretching out your—already soaking–cunt as you stay incredibly still. "Miláček (darling)," he whispers, hanging on to the very last thread of dominance he has. His hands shake around your hips. He wants to move and fuck you so badly. "Please."

You shake your head and kiss his lips, moving to suck on his neck. "No. Just a little longer."

"It's been almost ten minutes, lásko (love)," he whines and you glance at the clock. 

"It's barely been five minutes, baby," you laugh and move a little, to tease him.

Pietro's hands tighten around your hips, hissing as he moves his own hips. "Sakra, lásko, tady mě zabíjíš (Shit, love, you're killing me here)." You love it when he speaks Sokovian even when you don't understand him. He must be whining though, you know him well enough to deduce that. 

"Shh," you whisper as you capture his lips in yours, "just a little more. For me. I'm always good for you, aren't I?" you say once you've disconnected your lips. 

Pietro clenches his jaw but he nods and kisses you again so he can distract himself. He shuts his eyes, his body almost vibrating from the need to shift, move, run—do anything to fuck like he likes to. 

After another few minutes, you rock your hips slowly as a teasing smile tugs on his lips. 

"Shit, Miláček (darling), please. You're being unfair."

You lean in and kiss behind his ear and down his neck, running your hands in his silver locks. You keep rocking, each time becoming quicker as you decide to let him have his way. Pietro moans, becoming impatient now as his self-control breaks and he stands.

He picks you up, his dick slipping out of you for a moment until he spins around and lays you both on the couch. Your hands find his back as you arch into him, his cock sliding back into you as he thrusts faster and hardest. 

You cry out from the intense pleasure mixed with pain and he slows a little, kissing all over your face. "You like it slower, lásko (love). Is that what you want? Didn't have to torture me—you could have just said something," he whispers hoarsely in your ear. 

He's going slow now and you smile, enjoying the sensation. You nod. 

"Naughty girl," Pietro whispers, capturing your lips as he punctuates his thrusts. He's taking his time now, making sure you feel every push and the way you fall apart is so sweet that he decides that slow and steady does win the race after all. 

tags: @kravensgirl, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @thewinterv, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @aunicornmademedoit, @girl-detective16

[marchsfreakshow]

Peter basically being your human vibrator wasn't all bad, really...

(18+ minors DNI)

[slight somno, dub-con, sleepy quickie]

"Peter...babe...baby..mmmmhhh.." you whined, sleepily into the man's ear, your leg over his as you tried to find a vantage point on his own leg, using it as a way to start waking him up. Peter always had a rule, if you were horny, wake him up immediately or call him. Unless y'know, he was on a mission. But nothing woke the speedster up this time. "Quickie..god please.." another pathetic whimper and moan in his ear, attempting to hump his leg, and wanting him to wake up. So much for being a human vibrator huh?

"hm?" The silver haired man hummed, just bringing you up on top of him for cuddles. No, we couldn't have that. You used this as a way to hump him, desperately rutting yourself against his still clothed cock, waking both it and him up. "B-babe...calm, 's okay...what you want?"

You whined again as a response, just pushing yourself against him more eliciting a groan. "Ohh, my sweetheart needy? Okayy..c'mere.." he pushed you slightly so he could tug his boxers down, letting his now, slightly leaking, dick free. God he always looked so tasty. You just couldn't help yourself at this point. Once you got a chance, you quickly got to work and sunk down onto Peter's cock with a gasp, taking him all in. He was so perfect. But it didn't take long for you to start riding him like it was the end of the world. Wow, you uh, you really were horny huh? Not even giving the man underneath you a chance to breath before it was taken away by gasps, pants and moans. "You really... really couldn't wait could you? O-oh jesus.."

His hands wandered onto your hips, keeping you still for a moment. "Quickie.." a whimper escaped you. That was all the speedster needed before thrusting himself up into you, your screams only serving as fuel for his fire. Your moans, whimpers and screams of his name, and his hold on your waist. His own moaning and grunts escaping into the sweet, soft skin on your neck. No matter how much you let Peter go the speed he loved, you never got used to it. But God it felt amazing every time. You could've woken up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were being. Not your fault of course, Quickie just likes being quick and burrowing himself in you over and over like a mating pair of bunnies.

Your screams and moans together escalated until Peters grip tightened onto you momentarily, humping you pathetically as he rode out that small high after a release. "Mm..that.. that feel better now?" He asked quietly after eventually pulling out of you, and letting you go limp on top of him.

"mm..mhm.." Your sleepy response as you simply fell back asleep, happy with how well Peter could tire you out.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

An: lol sorry. I just woke up and had to write this. I think the devil pulled my to hell for this one.

Tagging those I think would like: @babygorewhore @oceanblvd111 @taintandviolent @silverzoomies /. @briaroftheroses @nahoyasboyfriend @slutforgarlogan

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Can you write about pietro being needy smut

I sure can, sorry it’s taken a little while for me to get this up. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

NEEDY.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader — smut

word count. 622

warnings. 18+ teasing & handjob minors dni

With Pietro, a kiss is never just a kiss. There is always more, even if it follows subconsciously. 

One becomes two, two becomes three, and then by the sixth, it's turned into a heated, hurried makeout, desperately pawing at each other's clothes - trying to rid one another of the fabric.

And that was about to happen now. 

You were on the sofa, mindlessly spooning as you watched tv - Pietro snuggled up behind, his lips ghosting the skin behind your ear. It was like he was trying to sway your attention away from the screen.

"You like the tv more than me?" he whispers, angling your head back - making you face him.

You kiss him chastely, giving him that slither of attention he ever so clearly needed. "Right now, yeah," you joke, extending an arm, playing with the short ends of hair at the back of his neck - looking over him sweetly.

But that look is not reciprocated. Instead, Pietro's is of desperation - need, eyes eager as he slowly leans in, coming back for that second kiss. And as if it were muscle memory, that kiss becomes another, and that becomes another. Soft, quick, gentle kisses turning into a hurried snog, nothing but tongues and muffled moans as you reposition yourselves. Never once breaking the kiss while you move to straddle him.

You lean over him as you kiss, sitting on his very upper thighs - your stomach grazing against his chubbed-up cock. 

Pietro's hands move to weave into your hair, holding you to him as if to deepen the kiss and keep you there, his hips instinctively grinding up for some friction you both so obviously wanted. His muffled sounds telling you all you needed to know.

Giving him one last kiss, you pull away - sitting up straight with your hands resting flat on his tummy, teasing the skin along the waistband.

"Don't do that," he hoarsely whispers, moving your hands lower - clearly needy. "Come on. You can't do that," growing flustered with your teasing. 

You move your hands back to their position on his lower belly, ignoring his desperate attempts. Playing dumb. "Do what? I'm not doing anything."

His head cocks to the side and he sighs - the noise light and airy. "Not funny. Please, I need you," he continues, wrapping a hand around your wrist, guiding you back down. 

You didn't want to pity him, but it sure was hard not to when he was acting like this - so desperate for your touch.

Giving in, you allow him to manoeuvre your hand as he pleases, letting him get what he wants. He slips your hand beneath the waistband of his lounge shorts, directing you under his boxers and right to that aching hard-on. 

He releases your wrist, freeing you as you wrap your fist around him - tugging down his shorts with your free hand. Letting his cock free from the restraint of the fabric, you scooch back. Your grip is loose as you hold his base, fingers teasing up the shaft of his dick, leisurely grazing along his veins - working right up to his leaking head.

With one hand wrapped around his cock, your other reaches for his hand that's digging into the swell of your thigh. Instead of moving it, you slip yours into his, fingers lacing together sweetly as you resume the toying with your opposite. 

You tease your thumb over the slit on his head, the pad swirling the precum as you watch the features on his face pull together - looking nothing far from blissed-out.

He needed you, and that's exactly what he'll get. 

But he'll get it eventually. After some more teasing that is.  

[purehypnotic]

hi! can you make a fluff headcanon of pietro maximoff pleaseee?😩

𝑻𝒀𝑺𝑴 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻!!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕!🤍

*•.¸♡ ༺𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝑯𝒄𝒔༻ ♡¸.•*

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

🤍𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐚 š𝐢š𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ���𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝒊𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆🎀

[dearggntlereader]

I NEED more people to write for my boy Pietro maximoff!! He's just so- jkaksaklm

LOOK AT HIM!!!

[g4yforethan]

impatient

pairing: pietro maximoff x male!reader

summary: a night alone at the avengers tower leaves pietro with a dangerous idea

warnings: cursing, top!pietro, bottom!reader

a/n: okay i'm back in my pietro era and now i need him so bad

many of the avengers had left on a mission which had left both you and pietro taking care of the avengers tower for the next few nights. most of the team knew that you and pietro had something going on and told you not to go too crazy. you were in your room on your laptop researching materials needed for the lab when you heard a knock on the door. "y/n please open. i'm bored!" you hear pietro's loud but cute voice across the door and quickly get up to open it. he had a white tank top on which had you staring at his massive biceps that he trained every day. "do you wanna do something or are you doing your homework?" he seemed annoyed. "well i was just doing some research but i can hang. what do you wanna do?"

"i was thinking we go through a marathon of all the friday the 13th movies. wanda said they're really scary." "yeah and wanda said that the notebook was a comedy but yeah sure i'm down." he smiled and put you on his back and in a second you both were in the living room. pietro went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks and sat down next to you on the couch. after finishing the first two movies, he could tell you were getting bored and turned off the tv. he turned to you and started massaging your thigh. "pietro what are you doing?" he had a devious look on his face. "it's just the two of us y/n. i could tell you were bored so i figured we do something more fun."

you looked down at his sweatpants and saw his huge boner poking out of it. you started to stroke his boner and he quickly pulled his pants down. you started to put your mouth and lips around his cock as he begged for you to put it inside. you obeyed and sucked on his dick. his moans filled the room as he tugged on your hair and forced you to swallow every inch of his cock. “good boy. keep on sucking it.” his heavy breathing turned you on even more. you continued to suck his dick before he told you to stop and turn around.

you unzipped your pants and positioned your ass facing him. he smacked your ass which caused a moan to leave your mouth. he teased your hole and licked it several times. he put one finger inside then two and then three. “do you like that baby boy? want me to fuck you?” “yes daddy please!” you begged for his dick to be inside of you and he listened. he took his dick and slowly entered your hole. he went slow at first all while his hands were on your waist for support. he soon started going at a faster pace. “fuck your hole feels so good.” he started going even faster and soon his hands were pulling your hair back as your back was arched while he pounded your hole.

"turn around baby." you obey and lay on your back. pietro lifts up your legs and re-enters your hole. he leaves kisses and marks all over your neck and chest and soon puts his hands on your neck. he goes even faster now kissing your feet and legs. "you taste so good." he says as his eyes are locked into yours. the increase of his cock pounding your hole had you gripping your hands into the couch as pietro took note of this and put his fingers in your mouth. you sucked on his fingers as he digged deeper into your hole. "baby i'm gonna cum."

"cum inside me." pietro moans as you feel his warm cum fill your hole. he rests his head on your chest slowly giving you kisses all over. "you felt so good baby." he kisses you on the lips. "well you were so impatient i guess i gave in." "i'm sorry my love but when it comes to you i get so crazy in my mind." you blush and grab his face and give him another kiss on his lips. he smiles at you and begins to fall asleep as you both hold each other.

[whoreofdilfs]

he is officially trying to k word me

[prettysinners]

siblings in a different universe. (dont mind the quality and !NOT MY ART!)

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-Three: Phone Sex

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

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

Chapter Summary: You go on a mission without Pietro.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5023

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Notes:

this should've been out days ago but unfortunately Word ate 1000 words of it and it really killed my motivation for a little bit

warnings for violence, having to flirt with someone who isn't your boyfriend for the sake of a mission, and the general awkwardness that entails

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It was raining in Madripoor. The pavement under your feet was slick as you ran. You had no idea if you were still being followed. The sounds of your own heavy breathing and the rain falling all around you drowned out everything else.

You risked a glance over your shoulder, just as your foot hit an uneven paving stone, and you were sent sprawling, landing hard on your hands and knees. You tried to push yourself up, but you were met with a boot on the back of your neck.

Your head slammed into the pavement, and your vision went black.

 Two weeks ago

You were half-asleep when the knocking came at your bedroom door. Pietro let out a quiet groan and pressed his face into the back of your neck. His arms were loosely wrapped around your waist. You felt the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin.

“Piet…” you mumbled, pulling one arm free so that you could check your phone. It was 6:45am.

“No…” Pietro whined, and you weren’t entirely sure if he was sleep-talking or not.

There was another knock.

“Who the fuck…” you muttered, but you were interrupted by Natasha’s voice calling through the door.

“You better have some clothes on, because I’m coming in!”

You glanced down at yourself. You were just wearing panties and one of Pietro’s t-shirts. Pietro, on the other hand, was fully nude. You’d felt his bare, semi-erect cock, twitch against your back as you pulled away from him.

Natasha was clearly not willing to wait, so as she opened the door, you quickly covered your legs with your duvet, careful not to pull it off Pietro in the process. Nat stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

Pietro groaned, his arms tightening around you. You were propped up on your elbow, awkwardly half-sitting as you stared at Nat. She was already fully dressed, her hair tied back into a neat braid. She was clutching a paper coffee cup in each hand.

“I’m pretty sure that door was locked,” you said.

“Good morning to you too.” She looked far too chipper how early it was. “I wouldn’t be a very good spy if a locked door stopped me, now would I?”

“You’d be a worse spy and a better friend,” you grumbled.

She rolled her eyes. “I actually volunteered for this. They were going to send Steve to come and get you. I’m glad they didn’t. He might’ve had an aneurysm if he’d walked in on this.”

“Steve wouldn’t have come in without knocking.”

“I knocked!” she protested.

“And didn’t wait for an answer!”

You sat up fully, letting the duvet fall away from your legs. It was nothing Nat hadn’t seen before. You had changed in front of each other countless times.

“I even brought coffee! I’m a good friend!” She thrust one of the coffee cups into your hand. You took it gratefully, taking a sip.

“This is good,” you conceded. “I may forgive you for waking me up.”

“Well, you better get dressed. You’re needed in the debriefing room. We’re going on a mission.”

That piqued your interest. You hadn’t gone on a proper mission since you returned from your break, a couple of weeks ago. As much as this was a rude awakening, you were pretty happy at the prospect of getting out there again.

“No,” Pietro whined again, grasping at the place where you’d just been lying. “Don’t wanna. Too early.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere, big guy,” said Nat. “You’re not coming on the mission.”

“What?” Pietro sat up abruptly.

“Christ, put that thing away, Pietro. You’re going to take someone’s eye out.” Nat looked up at the ceiling, and you glanced back to see Pietro sheepishly covering himself up.

“What do you mean I’m not coming on the mission?”

“I mean that your particular skillset isn’t required on this one. They’re sending a very small team. The two of us and Steve.” You didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened at the mention of Steve. “Experienced agents. I can’t say much more.”

“I fail to see any situation where my ‘particular skillset’ won’t come in handy,” he said through gritted teeth.

You had to admit he had a point. But by that logic, he should go on every mission ever just in case he might be needed.

“Let me have a quick shower. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes,” you said to Nat. The unspoken meaning was clear. Let me handle Pietro.

“Don’t be late,” she said, and then she left the two of you alone.

Pietro didn’t say anything immediately, so you went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A moment later, he followed you. You thought he might try to coax you into a quickie in the shower, but he didn’t join you. Instead, he leant against the bathroom door, watching as you quickly scrubbed yourself clean.

When you got out of the shower, he didn’t say anything, but he did hand you a towel. At some point, you must’ve blinked, because he was dressed now. His hair was still tousled, but it was always pretty tousled. You honestly weren’t sure if it was intentional, or just a side effect of using superspeed.

As you brushed your teeth, Pietro came up behind you and put a hand on your waist. You made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You’re going on a mission,” he said.

“I’m a superhero. It’s what we do.” You tried to say it light-heartedly, but it fell flat.

“Without me.”

You spat your toothpaste into the sink and turned to face him properly. “Is that what this is about? Are you jealous that I’m going to spending time with Steve and not you?”

He let out a noise of frustration in the back of his throat. “No, it’s not because I’m jealous. You know I worry about you. What if something happens to you and I’m stuck in this stupid compound with no way to help you?”

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek, feeling his stubble under your hand. You felt some of the tension go out of him. “I know. But I’ve been doing this since long before we met. I’ve survived this long. And Nat and Steve and I work well together. You know they won’t let me get hurt.”

He exhaled deeply. “I know. I know. I just… I worry.”

You stood up on tiptoes, drawing him towards you. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Two nights ago

In truth, covert ops wasn’t your speciality. Your powers weren’t exactly subtle. Perhaps Pietro had been right. His skillset was more appropriate to this mission than yours.

But if he was here, you’d be stuck at home, fretting over when he was going to come home. Selfishly, you were glad that it was this way around.

In any case, it hadn’t been your choice. You went where SHIELD sent you, and right now, SHIELD had sent you to Madripoor to track down some illicit supersoldier serum which was being used to create cheap copies of Captain America.

You were looking at one such cheap copy right now. He was tall, with bleached blonde hair and broad shoulders. He might’ve been handsome if he wasn’t a Hydra puppet.

Pietro was a Hydra puppet once too, you reminded yourself. Perhaps this man had no choice. You wouldn’t hurt him if you could avoid it.

You weren’t supposed to have direct contact with the target. Nat was supposed entice him in while you sat across the bar, ready to provide back up if needed. You were just supposed to be the muscle.

The supersoldier had dashed those plans when he’d completely ignored Nat in favour of coming and sitting beside you.

So you did what you had to. You did your job. You let him buy you a drink. You let him flirt with you, been a receptive conversation partner, and even flirted back a little.

There was an unpleasant knot in your chest. The last time you’d done anything even remotely like this, you’d been single, and even then, it had made you uncomfortable.

Now you had Pietro to think about as well. You were sure he would understand, although he wouldn’t be happy. When you looked at this man out of the corner of your eye, you could almost trick yourself that he was Pietro. They had similar builds, similar hair.

But this man was fair too clean-cut. He was dressed in a suit, his face shaven, his hair neatly cropped. His eyes were grey rather than blue. So not that much like Pietro at all.

“Forgive me if I’m being too forward,” said the man. You couldn’t quite place his accent. Russian, perhaps? “But do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

As soon as you were outside, he pinned you to the wall of the bar. His hands were on your waist, and you did your best not to flinch. He was going to kiss you. Were you going to let him?

You didn’t want to jeopardise the mission but the idea of this man’s mouth against yours was distinctly unappealing. Fortunately, you didn’t have to make the choice.

At that moment, Steve stepped out from the alleyway behind the man and hit him in the back of his head with the lid of a trashcan. The man crumpled and you caught him before he could hit the ground.

“Nice shield,” you said, nodding at the trashcan lid.

“I work with what I have,” he said, grabbing the man and putting him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Nat appeared, and her face twisted into a frown as she saw what was happening. “You weren’t supposed to knock him unconscious.”

“Plans change.”

“Fine,” said Nat. “Let’s get out of here before anyone sees us.”

Now

Your face was pressed against the pavement. Rainwater ran into your mouth, and you sputtered, trying to fight against the weight that was crushing you.

Pressing hard against your sternum, tucked away in a hidden pocket in your suit, was the vial of supersoldier serum you’d retrieved from the lab. You’d been sceptical, but the information Nat had managed to extract from the man from last night was good.

Unfortunately, Hydra had seen you coming. They lay in wait, and ambushed the three of you at the lab. Nat and Steve held them off while you fled with the sample.

You reached for your powers, but hesitated. Rain made them unpredictable and dangerous. It was difficult to zap someone hard enough to incapacitate them but not kill them when water was cascading all around you.

Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, the weight was gone. You pushed yourself up into a kneeling position, trying to understand what was happening as the rain blurred your vision.

Steve and the supersoldier who had been pursuing you were locked in a vicious hand to hand battle. You stumbled to your feet.

Steve glanced at you for the briefest of moments before turning his attention back to the fight. “Go!” he shouted, but his momentary distraction allowed the assailant to hit him hard in the temple.

He fell to a knee. You knew that you were supposed to run now. Steve could take care of himself, and you needed to get the sample away from here. But you couldn’t leave him.

Instead, you launched yourself at the other supersoldier. You landed on his back, wrapping your arms tight around his neck from behind.

“You little bitch!” he snarled, and just for that, you gave him a nasty electric shock to the side of the neck.

His body tensed for a brief moment, and by the time he had recovered his senses, he was falling with you on top of him.

Taking a leaf out of his book, you pinned him to the ground with your body weight. He struggled against you, but you held firm.

“Stay still, you Nazi fuck,” you said, holding his arms in place with your knees.

He let out a strange, strangled laugh. “I don’t work for Hydra, you stupid bitch.”

And then his body began to convulse. You looked up at Steve, who was clutching his temple. His eyes widened as he stared at the man beneath you.

“Cyanide,” he said. “It’s too late. We can’t save him.”

“Shit.” The man’s body was now limp underneath you. “Shit.” You wiped some of the rain from your face, but it was still coming down hard.

From down the road, you heard the sounds of a car engine, and then a beam of headlights was heading towards you. You got to your feet, exchanging a nervous look with Steve.

You had a corpse on your hands. You really didn’t want to have to explain this to the authorities.

The car pulled up beside the two of you and the passenger side door swung open.

“Get in!” shouted Nat from the driver seat.

“Oh thank fuck,” you said.

Steve picked up the man’s body easily, and stashed him away in the trunk of the car. You slumped into the backseat, feeling a little dizzy. How long before the body began to smell? What were you going to do with it?

As Steve climbed into the front passenger seat and shut the door, Nat slammed on the accelerator and then you were off into the night.

“Where did you get this car?” asked Steve.

“Took the keys off one of the scientists at the lab. We’ll have to ditch it soon. It’s probably being traced. Don’t worry. I know how to shake them.”

You sat back in your seat. Your heart was still beating very fast. But you trusted Nat to handle this. This was the kind of thing she was good at.

*

Later, the three of you found yourselves at a hotel. It was different to the place you’d been staying for the last two weeks. It was safer that way.

The corpse, the captive supersoldier and the serum had all been deposited with a local SHIELD team. It was still six hours or so before SHIELD could get a jet to you guys, so you’d been advised to go and get some rest.

The three of you ignored that advice.

The hotel bar was completely empty at this hour. It was supposed to be closed, but Nat had slipped one of the bartenders some cash for a bottle of whiskey and to leave the doors unlocked.

It was sort of a post-mission ritual. Did you really go on a mission if you didn’t have a few drinks with your teammates to unwind?

Even Steve was drinking, although the alcohol had no effect on him.

“What do you think he meant by ‘I don’t work for Hydra’?” you asked.

Nat made a face. “No shop talk. That’s what the debrief is for. This is strictly personal time.”

“Right, right, sorry.”

She was still looking at you. Perhaps she could tell that you were feeling unsatisfied, because she said, “There are a lot of forces at play here in Madripoor. But there’s one name that keeps coming up.”

“I thought you said no shop talk,” said Steve.

Nat didn’t need to give a name. You’d all heard the rumours about the Power Broker. Did they really inspire such loyalty that someone would be willing to take a cyanide pill to protect them? You grimaced, taking a swig of your drink.

“Right, of course,” said Nat. “Let’s get into something a little more personal, shall we? You seeing anyone right now, Steve?”

Steve blanched. “I… No… I’m not.”

“Really? Not even got anything juicy for us to get into? One night stands? Secret trysts? Or maybe-”

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now, Natasha,” he interrupted. “I don’t have the time.”

“Are you sure? Sounds like you were able to make time when it counted. Never stopped you during World War Two.”

“Yes, well…” Steve paused to take a sip of his drink. He took his time in swallowing it, not looking at either of you. “Peggy is… was… different.”

The corners of your lips turned down. Nat, to her credit, looked chastened.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you said. “Do you miss her?”

He let out a humourless chuckle. “Of course. All the damn time. But I don’t want to talk about me. How are you and Pietro?”

“We’re good.” You couldn’t stop the breathless smile from flickering across your face. “Like, really good. Like, ‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone before’ good.”

He smiled back at you, a genuine thing that made you feel a little lighter. “I’m glad. I’m happy for you.”

“He was… anxious about me coming on this mission. He’s a pretty anxious person, actually. Which makes sense, considering everything that he’s been through. He finds it hard to trust people. But he’s getting better at opening up. And I’m so proud of him.”

Steve nodded. “He’s still… distant with me, but I hope that some day he’ll consider me a friend.”

You laughed, and Nat raised an eyebrow at you. You covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“I’m sure he will,” you said, and then took another drink to hide your laughter.

*

You should’ve been sleeping. You were supposed to be sleeping. But your skin felt hot. The whiskey had gone to your head.

In a few hours, you would be home. You would be with Pietro. He would kiss you and run his hands down your body and then he would probably slide his fingertips into your underwear and make you cry out his name.

Your cheeks were burning. Staring at the ceiling, you pictured him stripping you out of your clothes, laying tender kisses on the newly revealed skin. You turned your head and your eyes honed in on the burner phone you’d been issued for the mission, which was on your nightstand.

Technically, you weren’t supposed to make personal calls during an active mission, but technically, the mission was over. You had achieved your objective, and now you were awaiting extraction.

The sensible part of your brain was telling you to sleep. You would see Pietro in a few hours anyway. But the whiskey had washed that sensible part away, leaving the horny part to make the decisions.

You didn’t use the burner phone. That was a bridge too far. You had no idea how closely SHIELD monitored its usage, but to be on the safe side, you retrieved your actual phone to call Pietro.

It was close to 4am in Madripoor, which meant it was mid-afternoon in New York. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey Pietro,” you murmured.

“Prinţesă?” His tone was breathless. “One moment.” White noise crackled through the speakers, and then Pietro’s voice was in your ear again. “Prinţesă?”

“Hey baby,” you said.

“I just had to run to my room,” he said. “How are you calling me right now?”

“Mission’s over, technically. I can’t give you any details, but I should be home tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He sounded excited. “Are you drunk right now?”

“Only a little bit.”

He chuckled. “That figures.”

“I missed the sound of your voice. It’s been a lonely couple of weeks without you.”

“I’m sure Nat and Steve kept you company,” he said coyly.

“Not in the way that I want. That I need.”

“Yeah?” His voice dropped lower and you felt a shiver down your spine. “What is it that you need, my love?”

“I need you.”

There was a rustling of fabric. “What are you wearing?”

“Just an old t-shirt and some panties.”

“Mmm. Take your shirt off.”

“One sec.” You set your phone down as you pulled your t-shirt off over your head. You tossed it to the side and settled back against the pillows, sliding a hand into your panties. “Done. Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Of course I am,” he scoffed. “You call me up and sweet talk me about how much you need me, wearing almost nothing, and you think I’m not hard right now?”

“Show me.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. There was a momentary pause, and then your phone buzzed with a new message.

It was a picture of Pietro from the waist down. He was lying on his bed, jeans and underwear pushed to halfway down his shins, his cock achingly hard as it lay on his stomach.

“Fuck,” you murmured. “I wish you were here.”

“Your turn.”

With a grin, you snapped a picture of your spread legs, your hand inside your panties. Your underwear didn’t hide much.

“Looks good enough to eat,” Pietro purred.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been touching myself a lot since you’ve been gone. I miss you. That video we made has helped a lot. I like watching your face while you cum over and over again.”

“Well, tomorrow you can make me cum in person.”

“I can’t wait,” he practically growled, sending a thrill through your core. “Normally I like to take my time with you, but not tomorrow. I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my room and I’m not letting you out until I’m satisfied.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself, prinţesă. I might just ravage you the second you set foot off the plane.”

“Mmmm, yes please.”

“I think I’ll taste you first. It’s been a long couple of weeks without you. I miss your taste. The video can only do so much.”

You could see the image clearly in your mind: Pietro, one hand on his cock, the other holding his phone as he desperately jerked off to the sex tape the two of you had made. Your breath hitched.

“I want to sit on your face,” you said.

He let out a groan. “Yes. I want that too. I want you to pin me to the bed with your thighs and grind on my face until your pussy is the only thing I can see. The only thing I can think about.”

“Sounds like you’re already halfway there,” you teased.

“Not yet. I’m thinking about more than just your pussy right now. Your pretty mouth, for one thing. How good it looks when it’s wrapped around my cock. And your eyes. I want to look you in the eye while I fuck you. I want you to know exactly who is making you feel good.”

“It’s you, Pietro. It’s always you making me feel good.”

Your middle finger was rubbing your clit now. With one hand holding your phone, you couldn’t get the angle right to finger yourself as well, so this would have to do. You would save your hole for Pietro. You were sure he would like that, so you told him as much.

“Oh really?” You could almost hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. “In that case, I won’t finger you either. I want the first thing your pussy feels after two weeks to be my cock. I want to feel how tight you are around me.”

“Please… I want you to split me open on your cock.”

“Whatever you want, prinţesă. I’m gonna put your legs over my shoulders and pound you into the mattress like the slut you are. And you’re going to look me in the eye the whole time. Understood?”

“Understood. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. You won’t forget who you belong to, will you, prinţesă?”

“I’m yours. I’m your slut.”

“Good girl. I wouldn’t want to have to tie you up.”

“I would. I would want that.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Maybe I’ll handcuff you to the bed. That way when I fold you in half and pin your knees to the mattress, there’s nothing you can do but take my cock like the good little fucktoy you are.”

“Mm, fuck…” That last image had sent a bolt of lightning straight through you. Your fingers sped up their ministrations.

“Would you like that, slut?” he cooed.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want you to cuff me to the bed and keep me there as your personal fucktoy.”

Pietro’s breathing sped up. You could tell he was close.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Pietro?”

“Beg for it. Beg for my cum.”

“Please cum for me, Piet. I want you to fill my up with your cum. Please.”

He let out a low groan. You kept talking through his orgasm, alternating between pleas and your own breathy moans. Your name fell from his lips in the midst of his panting and grunting. You clenched around nothing.

“… Fuck,” he murmured after a long moment. “I made a real mess.”

There was silence, and then your phone dinged with a message. It was a picture of Pietro’s softening cock laying on his stomach. Cum was splattered over his abs and his hand. Your pussy clenched again.

“Now where were we?” His voice dropped back into a lower register that made you shiver. “Ah yes. I think next I’ll flip you over and take you from behind. You like it when I press your face into the mattress and take what I want from you, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes,” you gasped. The wet sounds that your fingers were making as they rubbed your clit were obscene.

“You like how easily I overpower you, don’t you? You like being held down and fucked.”

“Yes.” You were getting close now. Your eyes fell closed as you pressed your head back against the pillow.

“I like it too. I like how you feel when you’re underneath me, your sweet little cunt fluttering around my big cock. I like taking a superhero and turning her into a begging, mewling slut.”

“Fuck.” Your back arched off the bed, your fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, prinţesă. You know you want to. Cum on my big cock.”

“Pietro,” you whimpered as your orgasm overtook you, curling your toes against the mattress.

“Good girl. Cum for me, my love.”

You fell back against your pillow, panting hard. “Fuck. Holy shit, Pietro.”

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Better.”

“I doubt that. But show me. I want to see you.”

“Okay. One sec.”

You snapped one picture of your hand between your thighs, showing off the damp patch on your panties. Then you took a selfie of you sucking your fingers. You could tell when Pietro had received them from the low groan he let out.

“Fuck,” he said. “You’re going to make me hard again.”

“I don’t think I have it in me for another round.”

“I guess I will have to make do with the video we made.”

“Make do? Excuse you, that video is a masterpiece.”

He chuckled. “Not as much of a masterpiece as you.”

“Shut up.” You felt your cheeks growing hot. “I hate you.”

“You wound me, my love. But it is no matter. I love you even if you hate me.”

“Oh Pietro…” you murmured. “I adore you. But I should probably get some sleep. It’s late.”

“Wait, my love, just one moment, please?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say… I finally got around to seeing that therapist.”

“Oh really?” It was something that Pietro had been talking about for a while, but he had been hesitant to pull the trigger. “How was it?”

“It was… hard. But I figure there’s no point in doing it if I’m not going to be honest with my therapist. So yeah. We’ve been digging in to… painful things. Old wounds. I know it gets worse before it gets better, and I’m in the ‘worse’ part right now.”

“Oh Pietro… I’m sorry I’m not there with you.”

“Don’t be.” He let out a quiet, sad chuckle. “I’m glad you’re not here to see how much of a mess I am.”

“Don’t say that. I love you so much. I’ll love you no matter how much pain you’re in.”

“I was telling my therapist about you. And as I was telling her, I was realising that I should tell you too. I know you know some of this but… I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never really trusted anyone else, apart from Wanda. You made trust worth it. So thank you. I have never felt as safe as I do with you.”

“Pietro…” Your eyes were wet with tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I should let you get some sleep.”

Part of you didn’t want to leave the conversation there, but your eyes were starting to ache. If you closed them, you were pretty sure you would drift off immediately.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You better,” he said.

“Goodnight, Pietro.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

*

You didn’t dream. It felt like only few seconds after you shut your eyes, it was morning and Natasha was knocking on the door to your room. Your phone was still in your hand.

You sat up blearily as Natasha let herself in.

“Good, you’re awake,” she said by way of a greeting. “The plane should be getting here soon. We need to get ready.”

“What time is it?” Your voice was crackly.

“7am.”

“Fuck.” You rubbed your eyes. At least you could sleep on the plane.

You stumbled into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you emerged, Natasha was still waiting, which was unexpected.

“Are you alright?” you asked, feeling slightly more awake now. You applied some deodorant and then stuffed it back into your bag.

“The lab analysed the sample we brought them.”

“That was quick.”

“It didn’t take long for them to figure out that it was completely inert. Water and food colouring, apparently.”

“It was fake?” You stopped in your tracks, hands on the zipper of your rucksack.

“Looks that way. I guess they must’ve known we were coming.”

“Shit.”

“Shit,” she agreed.

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

[flowerwood122]

Imagine

You're an avenger, or you simply need to learn how to fight, so you go to who you think is the best, Bucky Barns, he was strong and ruthless when he needed to be and that's exactly how you wanted to be.

So you do to him, expecting him to go easy or at least easier because it was your first time ever actively learning to fight, but you were sorrowly mistaken, he'll take unfair hits at you, even making your lip bleed at some point. But he insists that this is the way to go, that you'll learn faster this way.

You do, obviously. But part of you believes that the black haired man just loves to pin you down, his hands roughly grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head, not letting go until you get him off yourself.

He keeps it up, not going easier even though there's little to no chance that you'll be able to get a fucking super Solider off of you, but he insists that he's making you stronger and one day you'll be able to.

He's cocky. He knows he's stronger than you, and it drives him crazy. The power imbalance may be the size difference. If you're shorter than him.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You don't want to share a bed with Pietro. He wants nothing more than to share one with you.

Prompt: one bed - "Don't bite your lip, bite mine."

Warnings: again, I use Czech as 'Sokovian', swearing, flirty!pietro, anxious!reader

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

"Which asshole gave Pietro and me a room with only one bed!" you hiss, standing in the small living corner that is in the hotel, your arms crossed.

Steve and Tony glance up from their m friendly game of pool while Natasha smirks from where she is on the couch. Wanda, who is watching Steve and Tony's game, laughs and you snap your head around to glare at her. 

"What's so funny? Can't I switch with you? He's your brother!"

Wanda shakes her head, still smiling. "Rooms are rooms."

You huff. You're not stupid. Everyone on the team thinks you and Pietro have some romantic thing going on, which means they'd most likely done this on purpose.

"Well, fuck you all," you say and storm back into the elevator, angrily making your way up to your hotel room again. 

You open the door and almost slam into Pietro, who is walking out of the bathroom, with only a towel loosely hung around his hips.

He curses in Sokovian as his eyes widen. "Miláček (Sweetheart)," he says, finally registering it's only you, and that familiar annoying play-boy smirk curls his lips. 

"I leave you alone for barely five minutes and you've already finished your shower?" you ask in disbelief, ignoring how water still drips down his torso and over his toned abs.

Pietro makes it so damn hard to be mad at him when he looks this good. 

"I'm quick," he shrugs and walks by you, ruffling your hair with a grin. He turns and walks into the main room, calling out behind him, "Plus, now you have more time to shower yourself. You're welcome, Princezna (Princess)."

You roll your eyes and storm into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you pretend you're not completely flustered by him or his pet names. 

Once you've finished your shower, you leave the bathroom dressed in your pajamas. Your hair is dried and brushed and your skin smells like the vanilla body wash you'd used.

Pietro is lying on the right side of the bed, his arms folded behind his head as he watches a comedy movie and chuckles along. 

He perks up when he sees you and smiles. "Hey, drahoušek (darling)," he says, his voice hoarse and raspy. 

"That's three," you hum and walk over cautiously, sitting on the other end of the queen-sized bed, staring at Pietro like he's some scary unknown. "You have any more cheesy pet names I can't understand up your sleeve, Maximoff?" 

Pietro chuckles, very amused. "How do you know they're cheesy if you can't understand them, moje srdce (my heart)."

You narrow your eyes at him defiantly. "I just know," you say. "I know you."

Pietro hums and looks at you, his silver hair falling over his icy blue eyes for a moment. "Wanna finish the movie?" he asks. 

You shake your head and climb under the blanket. You hear Pietro's laugh and then he turns off the T.V. He speeds up to turn off the lights, tucking himself into the bed next to you in a blur. His body feels so warm, so close, and your head spins as you try to stay as far away from him as possible. You hate these feelings. You hate them more than anything. 

"Princezna (Princess)?"

You tense. 

"Y-yeah?"

You hear the shifting of sheets and then he's even closer, his hand coming up from behind to brush some strands of your hair as his fingertips then linger on your cheek. "Look at me, will you?" he asks seriously. 

You hesitate, not wanting to turn around. Pietro hums again and whispers something in Sokovian in your ear. His breath is warm on your skin and as if in a trance, you turn around. Your noses almost touch, causing your eyes to widen. The curtains aren't drawn closed so you can see him easily in the moonlight. 

He's gorgeous. 

You bite your lip, the action almost uncontrollable. 

Pietro's gaze hardens and without much thinking, he leans in and takes your chin in his hand, kissing your lips. In the process, he opens your mouth to disconnect your teeth from your lips as he deepens the kiss. As startled as you are, you kiss him back and pull him closer to you. No lips have ever felt softer than his.

Pietro pulls away after a moment and grins. "Don't bite your lip, next time drahoušek (darling), bite mine." 

His words cause you to halt, your body feeling weak as you look at him with wide eyes and a shiver runs through you when his thumb traces your lips.

You find yourself nodding, your shyness appearing as you realize Pietro fucking Maxmioff had just kissed you—while in the same bed—you know have to share.

Pietro is looking at you like he adores you, his eyes tracing every blemish and insecurity on your face with a look that makes your heart flutter.

"I like you," he tells you. "A lot." 

Your mind is unable to conjure up any coherent words but it's screaming at you to return the feelings. 

"You don't need to tell me now, Princezna (Princess)," he whispers and kisses your forehead. "Miluji tě (I love you)," he adds, knowing you can't understand him. His arm wraps around you and you let him, nuzzling into him. His chest fills with pride.

Your mind has only calmed down a little, or calmed down enough, that the one thing you can think is thank god for the team and their weird sense of intuition. 

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @princesssunderworld, @lqrlei, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese

[marchsfreakshow]

Nah! I'm Faster! [Peter Maximoff]

Smut. Horribly fluffy ending

Well you like it slow. Peter doesn't. He always wants it as his speed.

Urrrrr take it! I hate this! I wrote it at like 1am in my notebook. Yes that is me on the cover, comments on my body will not be tolerated.

Warnings: teasing, begging, both switch! reader n Maximoff, praise, Peter being pathetic, almost quick fuck lol, pnv,

18+! MINORS DNI.

No one's perspective

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Peter was always off doing silly little missions, and once everyone was home at the mansion safely, he just had to rush to your door. Knocking sweetly to swing you around immediately, trapping you with sugar-sweet kisses. Capturing you in those arms of his, and taking you upstairs in that languid pace of yours. You could be quicker! He knew that. Peter sort of assumed you wanted that teasingly/painful pace of not 'using his mutant powers' speed, but rather, a human speed. You're such a tease!!

"Please! Please, babe, I will beg on my fuckin knees!" He stood by the foot of your bed, hands together like a prayer, needing nothing more than to drill himself into you at his overwhelming pace. Making you scream like it was just you two left in the world. So, just to make the throb of his cock more, you replied simply.

"Beg."

His eyes widened as the word left your lips. Like that rare switch in his head, was flipped without him knowing. Peter's aim was to please over and over, so he obeyed quickly. His prayer hands were between your chest and his knees wedged between your open legs just as fast as you spoke. His eyes had never looked so innocent. You couldn't help but pet his hair as he whined into your lap. "I promise I won't steal anything. I need to go at my speed. Please. Darling please."

A promise to not steal anything and a use of the rarer nicknames from him? Oh, you two were wrapped in each other's fingers so well. You knew each other's weak points. It just so happened that Maximoff's was you bringing him down from that ego-filled high horse he practically lived on. Always bringing him down inch by inch until he was on the floor, waiting for a little bit of praise to bring him up. "We're using darling today hm?" You asked, your index resting under his chin. The speedster could've been a puddle if you weren't careful. "Aww aren't you cute? Alright. Just for today."

Those few words of permission almost broke Peter. He was pushing you down onto the soft sheets, all made up and clean-looking. Just to be ruined by the two of you unable to help yourselves. Such harsh kisses, wanting to savour every single taste on each other's lips. But such desperation for indescribable speeds dug you both into a hole. One of your clothes was being tugged at as you couldn't keep your own lips off your boyfriend's own. He was so needy that he didn't bother with fully undoing his trousers. Just enough so he could have your hand wrapped around his cock perfectly. "G-god... alright.." He whimpered, if he wasn't already hard as ever, your slow, teasing movements made it so much worse.

Only moments passed before your underwear was pulled to expose the small breeze on your cunt. He couldn't stop himself from staring down at you, admiring everything about you. "Ya' so damn perfect.." he whispered, fumbling with himself and pushing himself deep into you. Not even giving you a chance to breathe. " 'm sorry babe..just.." the speedster trailed off as he couldn't stop himself from moving. Thrusting quicker and quicker. Everything hits you like a freight train.

"fuck! Peter-!" The loudest groan escaping you. It truly was like you couldn't get a moment to breathe. Usually, your room was peaceful, decently quiet, and just a place for you to relax. Now, it was filled to the brim with the noises of your moans begging Peter for more, or to slow down, interrupted by him calling you the goodest girl, whimpering and groaning into your ear. He couldn't stop, he couldn't. Your noises and yells for more only powered him to keep burying his cock in you. Nails dug into his shoulders, dragging them down with every thrust. Peter's back would soon look like he had been attacked by a clawed animal if you didn't hold yourself back.

The mixed scents of your sweat and his never helped the Silver Sliver. He loved every second. Every depraved, sweet second of him destroying your cunt. You did too, but your mind was blank, eyes practically stuck to the top of your head, drool slowly escaping and dribbling down the side of your mouth. His name escaped you over and over as yours escaped him. Silent cries and begs for him to come quick.

"J-Jesus babe...ngh you're so good.." Peter muttered into your neck, leaving stupidly pathetic marks over and over. He kept his destroying pace until the both of you were practically passed out on your bed. Sweetly tracing over the sensitive marks on your neck, caused a shiver to go down your spine. A comfortable silence, never broken. "... thank you, sweets."

A little hum left you as you blinked away some sleepiness. "Mhm."

"too tired darl'?" Another little 'mhm' leaving you, half asleep already.

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Tag : @silverzoomies @taintandviolent @babygorewhore @briaroftheroses / @bluerthanvelvet444 @nahoyasboyfriend @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch / @carniv0reev

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

sorry to send another request, again, pls only do this when ur requests are open, i'm just too scared to forget abt it. Anyways, tummy bulge and size king w pietro and tan...?

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heehe🫠 fucking love it !!! and honestly it’s really not a problem. send them in whenever bc I love your ideas a lot!! (18+)

thots below cut - mdni

size play with tangerine... size play with tangerine... well, tangerine occasionally enjoys a bit of manhandling (sorry!) just him having his way with you. I imagine him having your chest pushed down on the bed, him fucking into you from behind, and he's just like SO fucking manly and dominant with it ??? like his hands gripping your waist, covering a majority of your skin - tugging and squeezing and gripping !! 🫠 he enjoys the feeling of overpowering you, giving you what you want and need without you having to ask for it. likes to lean over you in doggy just so you can really feel him dwarf you. he also likes the idea of being your protector, so he's very adamant about making sure you feel safe and loved etc. hates for you to feel used..!! he just loves smothering and caging you while he fucks you !! uses his hands to show difference in size too.. he def knows what he’s doing

tummy bulge with pietro... tummy bulge with pietro... hmm, well.. pietro is definitely the type to get that primal look on his face when he sees himself inside of you. like a sense of ownership (sorry) just him seeing the head of his dick fucking up into your tummy and the bulge rubbing you from the inside ??? sends him wild. when he sees the bulging, he makes you feel it. he'd take your hand, placing it on your lower tummy to feel the head of his cock. he'd be like, "feel me there? that's my dick. that's how deep I am," but it's all very hoarse and strained. the sight of you splayed out with his cock wedged inside you knocks the air out his lungs and words out his brain !! he also def pushes down on your stomach with a cocky grin

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[pascaloverx]

Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

AO3 link chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.