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(R) Drabbles: Pietro Maximoff- Tonight Your Mine
The knock on your hotel room door is not unusual considering tonight is the last night of your free life. Sounds dramatic but you’re getting married tomorrow morning and everyone has been stopping by to make sure you’re absolutely ready.
Your body is running high on anxiety and excitement. You don’t bother to look in the peephole of your door assuming it’s someone with important things for you. You swing open the door, you don’t even bother to look up at who’s there. You just walk in allowing that person to follow behind you.
The sound of the door clicking makes you turn around. You stand in shock at your ex, that ex you hadn’t seen in years. And now like no time has passed he’s right back in front of you staring at you as he did with those blue eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Your question comes out to wobble at the start. You’re getting married tomorrow, you can’t be dealing with this shit tonight. “Pietro I can’t be dealing with you and your shit tonight get out of my hotel room.” You try, pushing him out of the room.
Your wedding dress is hanging on the back of the door. In a plastic bag that makes a rather loud crinkling when Pietro’s back ends up hitting it. “Why, I’m just here to wish the bride to be a good day tomorrow.” He’s lustfully looking at my lips. “Thought you needed a good night before you ruin your life with that fucking idiot.”
You scoff, him… calling you… “You’re a fucking asshole you know that.” Somehow you’ve managed to get closer to each other, Pietro doesn’t mind that you’ve pushed him into the back of the door, or how close you are to touch him.
Your bathrobe is white and the word ‘bride’ is sewn into the fabric. “What… you need to leave!” You’re trying desperately to stay strong “I love my husband very much and don’t need you ruining more of my life Pietro!” It’s the end of the conversation as I try to grab onto the door handle.
With a quick motion, I’ve been rotated on my heels. Picked up and moved towards another more flat wall. “You were saying?” He questions you. You roll your eyes at his words. But something changes quickly as always with Pietro. You wear nothing under the soft white robe. His breath is close, fanning across your skin. Causing goosebumps to come across my skin.
He’s kissing my neck before I can protest. His groin is pressed hard into my uncovered pussy. I can’t help but let my head fall backward, giving him more access to the skin he’s already kissing, lapping his tongue over the sweetest point of my neck. I moan and bucks harder into me.
He drops me rather quickly. My heart is racing faster than I can remember. “Pietro?!” A yearning question is biting at my lips, I want him more than ever, more than I want to kick him out of my room. More than I want to get married tomorrow. “Y/n?” He echos back. “Please? Just… Just fuck me yeah… I promise I’ll do anything for you.” A begged mess I have become all because I let him into my hotel room.
He grins in happiness and picks me up dropping me on the bed before ripping the robe off my naked body. “Finally, I’ve waited too long for this again.”
Completed on: 04/22/23
Posted on: 05/13/23
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James Potter x fem!reader / Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader
Summary: Nothing is as it seems.
Prompt: "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?"
Warnings: crossover au, death, pietro, reader, and james are all sixteen, ending is very much up to interpretation (open-ended lol), confusing on purpose 😉
~ @simp-for-fictional-people this is SO niche and so different then anything I usually write! i hope this is what you wanted, lovie!! ~
ps: while i personally fan-cast James as Aaron Taylor-Johnson in my head and use him for headers, i try and write his physical descriptions more ambiguously in my other james works because i know there are plenty of other amazing James fan-casts (including poc!james, which i really love)! however, for this story's purposes, he's supposed to look like pietro 😁 ~
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Dead.
The word rings in your ears but you don't register it. You slide through the rubble, knees scraping the pavement to reach him. Alive? You hope as you see a glimmer of those blue eyes you love so much behind the strands of silver. You whisper his name, the letters feeling wrong on your tongue as you kneel beside him.
You see the blood seeping through his costume and your heart sinks. Dead. Dead. Dead. It's a taunting chant as you push him up to lean his head on your knees, pushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyes, which are staring at you but there's no life behind them anymore.
"No," your voice is shaky as you clutch him, your skin vibrating as your vision blurs. "No. No. No. No," you chant to counter the voice in your head. You bend over and kiss his forehead. No response. You try his cheek as tears stream down your cheeks. "Pietro," you plead, "wake up."
Anger courses your veins as his blood stains your hands. Your head is pounding so loudly you can barely think.
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The team calls your name. You feel like the world around you is spinning as you feel your powers acting up as you hold him closer to you, crushing his face into your chest as you sob. You feel hot and misplaced as your head is throbbing.
Your name is screamed again but this time, you can't even see them as a blinding green light surrounds you, catching the gimmer on your wrist—the small silver bracelet Pietro had given you for your sixteenth birthday—and you fall unconscious. Your head hits the pavement, making everything turn dark.
His hand touches yours, the background blurry. He looks like a carefree kid again, those rosy cheeks so full of life and future. "Y/n/n, wake up," Pietro whispers, grinning as you stare into his blue eyes. "Wake up now."
You startle awake, sitting up as your chest heaves. You blink, dried tears still on your cheeks. You glance around the room, it looks ancient. You're dressed in clothes you don't immediately recognize as your head continues to throb.
From your bedside, a boy jumps up. He's wearing the same clothes, only his with red accents as opposed to your green ones. His dark hair is curled messily across his features and his glasses rest lopsided on his head. "Thank Merlin!" he exclaims, his British accent thick as he rushes up to you and leans over you, smiling. "Are you okay?"
You blink, looking at his features intensely. His smile, the way his nose curves, the swoop of his hair. His eyes.
The same ones flash in your head.
"You look familiar," you whisper, tilting your head with confusion, "Where do I know you from."
The boy laughs. "Y/n/n, it's me. It's James."
James? James? James? For some reason the name sticks on your tongue. You look at him as your memories rush back. James. Pietro? James.
"Jamie, right," you shake your head, touching your scalp and frowning. "Shit, what happened?"
"You fell and hit your head pretty damn hard, love," James kisses your forehead tenderly. "Madam Pomfrey says you have a small concussion," he smiles and again you have a weird sense of déja-vu.
"I had the weirdest dream," you tell him and look down at your hands, almost expecting to see the green light from around them. Your frown deepens when you see the silver bracelet from your dream. You hold your wrist up.
"James? Where did this come from?"
James looks at the bracelet and shrugs. "Why're you asking me? It's yours."
You turn the bracelet around, frowning again as you see a hint of two small initials engraved onto the metal.
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Hangover (Pietro Maximoff First Kiss Drabble)
Word Count: 1592
Notes: Slight college AU.
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Your head was pounding. The curtains weren’t thick enough to keep out the morning light. You shielded your eyes, trying to make sense of your surroundings.
This was not your bed. Still, the sheets smelt strangely familiar. You sat up, and a wave of nausea almost pushed you back down. You fought it, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and sitting upright.
There was a sealed bottle of water on the nightstand. A blister pack of aspirin. You cracked open the water bottle and drank it down greedily, and then threw back two of the pills.
To your relief, as hangovers went, this wasn’t one of the worst ones. You were sweaty and your head hurt, but aside from the initial rush of nausea, you didn’t think you were going to throw up.
You still didn’t recognise where you were. Your phone was on the nightstand too, plugged into a charger that wasn’t yours. You were pleased to see that it was at 100% battery. That was one less thing to worry about.
Bracing yourself, you pulled back the curtains. Light flooded in, and you covered your eyes with your forearm, pain flaring in your brain. Your lashes were stuck together with sleep, and your breath tasted foul.
Finishing off the last of the water in the bottle, you let your eyes adjust to the new brightness in the room. It wasn’t so bad now that your throat no longer felt so dry.
You took an inventory of yourself. Your phone was accounted for. After a quick search, you found the small bag you’d taken out last night, and in it were your wallet and keys.
Aside from your headache, you were physically okay. You were still dressed in the jeans and nice top you’d worn out, although the jeans were unbuttoned. There were no injuries that you could feel, which was honestly miraculous, because you were very clumsy when you were drunk.
You were even still wearing your bra. The underwire was digging into your ribcage uncomfortably. You must’ve been pretty drunk to not feel the discomfort last night.
Your shoes were beside the bed, socks stuffed inside them. Standing up, you shoved all of your possessions back into your bag and then picked up your shoes.
The bedroom was small, with a double bed pushed into the corner under the window, a desk, and a chest of drawers. There was no other furniture.
In the opposite corner, there was a barbell, weights stacked into a haphazard pile. The desk was a little messy, and there was a stack of clothes on the desk chair. On the shelf above the desk were a handful of sports trophies. The room looked as though it had been tidied very hurriedly.
As you reached the door, your heart stuttered. Pinned up next the door were a collection of photographs. There were a few of people that you didn’t recognise, and some of people that you did. Nat, Clint, Bruce. Group shots of people partying and having fun. You were even in a few of them.
But the person in by far the most pictures was Wanda Maximoff. You had a few classes with her, so you had become fast friends at the beginning of the year. There were photobooth photos of her with her twin brother, Pietro, as well as pictures from childhood. There were pictures of the two of them with people you could only assume were their parents.
It was suddenly very clear to you that you were in Pietro’s room. The photos, the exercise equipment, the trophies; it all made sense.
You felt your stomach churning, and for a moment you thought you might actually throw up. Had you humiliated yourself in front of Pietro last night? Had he taken you home, put you to sleep in his bed? Your chest hurt.
You’d been out at the club last night, celebrating the end of exams. Wanda and Pietro had both been there, as had a few of your other friends. Pietro always made you nervous, with his handsome face and his flirtatious attitude. He never seemed to take anything seriously.
You had drank in the hopes that you would feel less nervous around him. Evidently you had overdone it.
You opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hall. Now you recognised your surroundings. You’d never been in Pietro’s bedroom before but you had been in his and Wanda’s apartment.
Thankfully, the bathroom was just across the hall. You darted into and locked the door behind you, breathing hard. If you were going to face Pietro, you needed to look presentable.
After using the toilet, you took stock of yourself in the mirror. Your make-up was smeared and you were looking worse for wear.
You stole some toothpaste and brushed your teeth with a finger. You also took some mouthwash, rinsing until the rancid taste was gone from your mouth.
Next you moved on to washing your face. There were some make-up removal wipes – Wanda’s, you assumed – which you used to try to remove your eye make-up.
You weren’t able to get it all off, but the effect made your lashes a little darker, traces of mascara clinging to them. It looked fine, so you splashed some water on your armpits and tried to make your hair look vaguely presentable.
When you were done, you stole a couple of sprays of deodorant. You could tell from the smell that it was Pietro’s. It was the same scent that engulfed you every time he hugged you, leaving you a little breathless. You hoped that he wouldn’t mind you using it.
Finally, you were as put-together as you were going to look without actually taking a shower – you might’ve been stealing toiletries but you drew the line at using someone else’s shower without asking – so you begrudgingly left the safety of the bathroom.
Down the hall, you found the open-plan kitchen-living room. A pair of socked feet were resting over the arm of the couch. You could hear quiet, steady breathing. Someone was sleeping on the couch.
As quietly as you could, you made your way to the front door. Your hand was on the handle when a sleepy voice interrupted you.
“Where are you going?” It was Pietro.
You turned to face him guiltily. He was lying on the couch, pushing himself up onto his elbow. His eyes were bleary. He looked very cute.
“Home,” you said. “Sorry for kicking you out of your bed. You didn’t have to sleep on the couch.”
“I wasn’t going to make you sleep on the couch,” he said, sitting up. “You don’t have to leave right now. It’s still early. I was gonna make breakfast.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said, although the thought of breakfast had certainly piqued your interest. Perhaps you could grab a sandwich on the way home.
“I know I don’t have to,” he said, sounding a little annoyed. “I’m not being nice because I have to. I’m doing it because I want to.” He got to his feet. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and you had to stop your eyes from tracing the line of his hipbones. “Come on. What do you want to eat? Eggs? Toast? Cereal? Pancakes?”
“I like pancakes,” you said, a little shy.
“I’m making you pancakes, then.”
You followed him to the kitchenette, feeling embarrassed, but also grateful. As he started to mix up the pancake batter, you said, “Thank you for looking after me last night. I must’ve been a mess.”
“It was nothing,” he grunted. “What kind of man would I be if I left you alone like that? I had to make sure you were safe.”
“Thank you…” And then, because you were feeling bolder than usual – perhaps you were still a little drunk? – you said, “It was your fault I was so drunk, anyway.”
He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Is that right?”
“Talking to you makes me nervous. I wanted to be brave.”
He set down his whisk and turned to face you. “That’s funny. I was feeling the same way. I was thinking about kissing you last night but then you were too shitfaced.”
“I’m not shitfaced now.”
“That’s true.”
He closed the distance between you and cupped your face in one hand. You could feel the strength of his hand holding you in place, and a shiver went down your spine.
“Do you still wanna kiss me? Or did I ruin it last night?” you asked.
He chuckled. “You’re an idiot if you think that there’s anything you could do to make me not want to kiss you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His lips were a little dry when they touched yours. His free hand fell to your waist, and he turned his head to kiss you deeper. You tried to slide your tongue into his mouth but he stopped you.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he said, and you let out a groan of frustration.
“I don’t care,” you said, touching his cheek. His stubble was rough against your skin.
He kissed you again. You held onto him, sliding your hand into his messy curls.
“The pancakes can wait,” you murmured. “Maybe we should go back to bed for a little while? I do feel awfully bad about turfing you out of your own bed.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” he said, smiling against your lips.
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Friends, readers, mutuals, I bid thee welcome. (Also if you’re new here, hi!) I am so excited to share my kinktober work with you all, and I hope you’ll take the time out to enjoy the spread I’ve laid out for you! I will be publishing two fics per week for the month of October, all with different kinky themes! Without further ado, here is the masterlist, links will be added as fics are posted! Please be mindful of the warnings, and enjoy!
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1. 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 - (Teratophilia) Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader
You draw the devil’s coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your people—but you don’t want peace.
2. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 - (Body Horror) Eldritch!Ransom x Human!Reader
The evil that waits at the heart of Drysdale manor defies explanation—and comprehension.
3. 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - (Sensory Deprivation) Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Breaking in his spirited new wife is going to require some rather unconventional methods.
4. 𝐼𝓃 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 - (Overstimulation) Cult Leader!Steve Rogers x Reader
Sharing your body is a small price to pay for enlightenment—at least, Father Rogers thinks.
5. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇-𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 - (Temperature Play) Ghost!Pietro Maximoff x Reader
As you grieve his loss, your lover returns for one final farewell.
6. 𝒟𝓇. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁-𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 - (Bondage) Steve Abnesti x Reader
You can’t forget him, your lover, your friend, your captor. And you’re going to make sure he can’t forget you either.
7. 𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 - (Mind Break) Doctor!Curtis Everett x Patient!Reader
After months of grueling, dedicated work, your doctor finally makes a breakthrough.
8. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎, 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 - (Housewife Kink) Thor Odinson x Reader
After losing your job, your new boyfriend insists on you moving in with him to save money.
9. 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 ✨Mystery bonus story! This story will be revealed after all the others have been posted. Keep your eyes peeled! ❤️✨
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~1.3k
Summary: Movie night!
A/N: This is just something fun and fluffy. Thanks for those who voted, it helps me get my life together ✌🏼
Warnings: mostly fluff, inadvertent drug use
“Y/n no, I’m not watching that creepy movie again.”
You’re pouting as Wanda holds the remote up above you from where you’re lying on her stomach on the couch. The two of you are spending a night in and watching a movie with your pets, but they’re mostly doing their own thing as you and Wanda try to decide what to watch. You of course wanted to watch a horror movie since you haven’t seen Yelena in a while and you haven’t gotten your fix. However, you knew very well that your wife wasn’t a fan, and you honestly did not pick the best option for an already wary participant.
“Pleaseee come on, Wands. It’s so good!”
You try in vain to reach for the remote again, and you eventually sigh in defeat before burying your face in your wife’s shirt with a groan. Wanda just shoots you a look before she tries to dissuade you from your particular movie choice. She can’t even begin to understand why it’s one of your favorites.
“It’s about a centuries-old clown who devours children. It’s creepy as fuck, detka.”
You consider this as you roll over and frown at Wanda in disappointment. You suppose you can compromise and you hum in thought before you offer up another option.
“Fair point. What about Aliens? That’s amazing.”
Wanda sighs in defeat because it appears that she’s not going to win this battle tonight. She had to admit that the last two times they’d had movie nights they’d watched a rom-com and thriller that she’d picked out. You’d liked them well enough, but tonight it was your turn to choose and you were eager to watch something different.
Wanda hands you the remote as she kisses the top of your head with a smile. She waits until you sit up before she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you towards her. She’s still going to try and get something out of this deal. If she has to watch a movie with an acid-for-blood alien, she was going to get cuddles.
“Deal, but in exchange you have to sit here.”
You roll your eyes as you lean against your wife before glancing at the table in front of you. The snacks are still in reach and your pets are still behaving so all is well. You make sure that Wanda meets your gaze as you glance up at her with a smile.
“Wow, you drive a hard bargain. I guess I can stay here comfortably in your arms. Not the worst thing.”
Wanda laughs as she tickles you until you give in and kiss her as an apology. You both settle and you turn your attention to the television to look for the movie. Once you find it you start it and place the remote by your head and Wanda’s shoulder as you roll slightly to try and get more comfortable. Wanda adjusts her hold on you and you sigh happily as you hug Wanda close.
“Let me know if you really can’t stand it, okay? We’ll watch something else.”
Wanda’s touched by how thoughtful you are, and how sincere she knows you’re being. This is not the goriest of movies, but it also does have a fair share of blood in it. Wanda isn’t squeamish, but she doesn’t particularly like watching slashers for this reason.
She brushes some of your hair behind your ear with a nod and you hum happily.
“Thank you. I will. “
The alien is only just starting to hunt down the main characters when Wanda stops paying attention. Honestly, she’d been focusing on you most of the time as she played with your hair and handed you whatever snack you wanted. She’d even let Boone up on the couch near your feet. He was actually sitting on your feet, but since he was keeping them warm you didn’t protest. You watched the movie playing on the screen with a smile. You’d seen this movie countless of times, but you couldn’t help but love it. Sigourney Weaver made these movies which is why you’d only watched the ones that she was in.
“Having fun?”
You turn to look at your wife who’s smiling at you in amusement and you nod in response. The movie is getting to the best part and as you say this she leans over to kiss your forehead. Your smile fades and you pout as you try to sit up as she pulls away. You whine pitifully and Wanda just rolls her eyes before she decides to give in, not that she had considered refusing you for a second.
You and Wanda are still kissing when your favorite part comes on. You barely notice the alien screaming and the accompanying gunshots in the background as you hover over your wife. She’d pulled you down on top of her and the movie was quickly forgotten as you continue to tease your wife.
“You’re missing your movie.”
Wanda mumbles this between kisses and you just shake your head as you move down your wife’s neck with a sigh. You’ve seen this movie so many times you know what’s happening just by listening, but you don’t care at the moment, and you smile against Wanda’s skin as you say this.
“Forget the movie.”
So it’s decided and you and Wanda ditch the movie and your dog on the couch for your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning it off and Steve actually wanders in later to find the credits rolling and Boone still lying on the couch fast asleep.
It’s not until you have Wanda half naked underneath you in bed that she starts to feel weird. She hadn’t noticed at first because her mind usually got a little foggy when you kissed her like this. However; now that you’ve moved away from her lips and are focusing on her chest and stomach, she realizes the tingling of her lips isn’t normal.
“Y/n.”
You hum in acknowledgement but don’t stop what you’re doing until you feel your wife run her fingers through your hair.
“Y/n, I feel kinda weird.”
This gets your attention and you look up to see Wanda is staring at the ceiling with a frown. You sit up and reach out for her as you try to figure out what’s wrong.
“Weird how? What’s wrong?”
You watch and wait patiently as Wanda takes a moment to try and figure out how to describe how she feels. She feels light and can’t make herself focus on anything and not for a lack of trying. She sits up and looks at you barely registering the sight of your worried frown as she takes a deep breath.
“I-I feel weird…like I’m high or something.”
Your frown deepens and you have no idea why your wife would feel like this. You don’t take too much time to think about it though because the dazed look in Wanda’s eye is stressing you out. You reach out to help her to her feet before trying to plan your next move.
“Do you need to go downstairs? Do you need to see a doctor?”
Wanda shakes her head but you’re already helping her to her feet while you look for her shirt. You don’t know what could be the cause of this. Neither of you have had anything to eat, drink, or smoke that would cause this so you’re going to have her see a doctor. You text Bucky to ask who’s on right now, and after Wanda’s dressed you lead her out the door and down the hall. Her minimal protest made you realize that she truly wasn’t feeling well, and you quickly lead her toward the elevator as your phone rings.
“Hey, Bucky.”
“Y/n. What’s going on?”
“Hey! Who ate my drugs?!”
You see your brother-in-law come running out of the kitchen with a frown as he looks around for a culprit. You sigh heavily as you quickly put two and two together, and from the way your wife stiffens beside you and tries to stand up and confront her brother, you know it’s going to be a long night.
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pietro dashes through the emporium, sending manuscripts and merchandise flying around the shop. with a sigh and a practiced wave of her hand, wanda repairs the whirlwind following her brother.
"to what do we owe this surprise visit?" darcy asks, protectively clutching her coffee.
pietro smirks. "after all this time, you still doubt me?"
"absolutely."
wanda laughs. "why are you here?"
"today's rosh chodesh. figured you'd redecorate for the season." he holds out fairy lights shaped like apples and pomegranates.
it's juvenile, and going to lead to raised eyebrows, but they haven't weathered decades of storms to start hiding now.
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for @jewsinfandoms prompt "winds of change"
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i'M NOT DOING IT
Evan's quicksilver x fem!reader
Summary: The girls (mainly Rogue and you) have the idea of recreating their favorite movie at school for a day. With the proviso that everyone must be dressed in keeping with the theme, and you hope that a certain sprinter will too Warnings: p in v, virgin reader, teasing, suggestive, also fluff Word count: 4k
A/N: I clarify just in case that the personalities of some secondary characters I don't remember so much so I basically invented some things
Rogue shared a room with me and what we liked to do the most was watch old movies, especially "Grease", it was our favorite. We loved the music and the clothes that people wore at that time. We were actually watching it for the fifth time lying on our bellies on the mattress with our elbows propped up on soft pillows and our faces resting on our palms when out of the blue the idea struck me.
"Hey, wouldn't it be great to host a day like Grease?"
"A day like Grease? What are you talking about?"-She asked me confused without taking her eyes off the screen.
"Yes, I mean…"-I straightened up a bit to get a better look at her face- "A whole day dressed as the characters from the movie, we can even decorate the whole school!"
Now Rogue was looking at me with interest.
"And do you think others would like the idea? You know how difficult it is to agree with everyone"
"Well, we'll try! And if they don't want to, we will force them!"
I got up on my knees and slammed my fist against my hand in a determined gesture that made my friend laugh.
Then I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV
"Hey!"
And then I stood up on the bed and started jumping up and down, then jumped down and grabbed Rogue's arm.
"Come on! we have to prepare everything!!"
"Woah, woah wait, now? I thought we would organize it in a few days"
"Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today"-I wink at her and drag her through the halls giggling
We were chatting in the aisles planning what we were going to buy when we felt a breeze pass in front of us and as if it were an apparition Peter Maximoff stood in front of us with his arms on his hips.
"Hello ladies, what are you doing?"
Peter looked from me to Rogue with a suspicious look and a playful smile.
Peter and i had been dating for a couple of weeks and he always followed me around like a little dog. It's not that he controlled me or was toxic but sometimes he got bored and he liked to know what I was doing and if I could do it with him
"Why do you want to know, to ruin our plans?"-Rogue crossed his arms.
Peter chuckled
"Why do I always think that I want to do bad things?"
And after saying that, the sprinter looked at me with a mischievous smile and raised eyebrows. Why did he always have to misthink everything? I rolled my eyes
"Anyway, Y/n I'm going to look for the other girls to go buy things, we'll wait for you at the entrance of the mansion"- Anna patted me on the shoulder and walked quickly away waving her white locks of hair.
Quicksilver put his hands in the pockets of his silver jacket and looked at me curiously.
"So, May I know what you have to buy?"
"How nosy you are, my dear"
"And so you love me"-he winked
I pushed my cheek with my tongue trying to suppress a smile, Peter knew that I couldn't get mad at him because as he said, I adore him that annoying.
"Ok you win, I'll tell you but promise me that you will join our plans without complaining"
Peter looked at me skeptically and pretended to think about it.
"Fine, spit it out"
"Anna and I are planning to recreate the Grease movie and dress up as the characters from the movie as well as decorate the place with some things."-I said with a beaming smile as I did a little dance.
Peter let out such a laugh that he put his hand to his stomach while bending his entire torso forward
"Don't count me in"-he said while wiping away his tears
I looked serious and indignant at Peter, typical of him always making promises that he doesn't know how to keep..
"But you said you would join!"
"Yeah..I should have thought better of it"
"Peter Maximoff!!"-I exclaimed angrily
Peter hated it when she called him by his full name to get his attention, and it always worked.
"Ok, ok, don't get mad, I'll join on the condition that you give me a kiss"
"How immature you are"
Pet looked at me with puppy dog eyes and pouted. Was he trying to hurt me with that?
"Ugh, not the puppy eyes again"-I sighed
I grabbed Maximof by the face and gave him a tender kiss on the tip of his nose which tickled him and made him laugh, he kept insisting that I give him more kisses so I kissed his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips. But it was a quick kiss that made Peter give me a disappointed and sad "Oh." He expected something more.
"You will have to wait until you find me in the courtyard when everything is ready"-I blew Peter a flying kiss as I walked away smiling
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I met up with Rogue, Jean and Jubilee to go thrift store shopping. It had taken some convincing for Jean but we did it on the condition that she would not wear skirts or dresses. We headed for the city with the old Renault Jubilee. We not only had to buy clothes for ourselves but also for our colleagues, well, at least those who wanted to participate and if we couldn't buy for everyone, we agreed that those who wanted to participate could wear their own clothes but that they should be as vintage as possible. We entered all the stores we could find and bought dresses, blouses, jackets and also pennants and old posters of singers, I was even able to get a vinyl in almost perfect condition.
Jubilee chose a leather jacket and a white skirt with red polka dots, while I opted for an outfit quite similar to Sandy's in the final scene of the film. Rogue, who was by my side looking at the dresses, praised (in her own way) the black leather leggings that I had grabbed.
"Those leggings are going to look great on you, they'll mark your ass and you'll make Peter follow you behind drooling like a dog"
The girl's comment made the others burst into laughter.
"Anna!"-I screamed as I felt my cheeks turn red.
"Come on, you have to admit that you have Peter eating out of the palm of your hand, he would do anything for you or he wouldn't have agreed to do this."-Jean replied
I smiled proudly, Peter despite being a stressful nuisance at times, I knew that he loved me with all his being and that love was mutual. But I couldn't help but laugh too when imagining him melting just by seeing me in a set of clothes like that.
We finished buying everything we needed and then headed over to Jubilee's cousin's house to rent a food truck just like in the movie. In the meantime, Charles and the other teachers were supposed to be setting up game booths like a real fair. Jubilee's cousin's house wasn't that far but the main problem was trying to get the food truck to the mansion.
"Well, I think we didn't think things through.."-said Jean with his usual pessimism
"What the hell do we do now?"-Said Jubilee
"Don't worry, I'll call Peter, he can bring his car and we'll hitch the truck from behind"
I dialed Pet's number and as always he didn't take long to answer, he was a real sprinter for everything.
"Hey babe, what's up?
"Hi honey, I think we need help with a little matter."
"Aww, do you need me so fast?"
I could feel Peter smile through the phone
"Just this once, I need you to bring your car"
After giving him the address of the house, I barely hung up the phone when we heard the noise of an engine purring behind us and Peter honking with that smirk he always wore. Damn that's how he drove the streets? How unconscious.
"Peter to rescue, uh? What do you need now?"-he said as he got out of the car
"We need you to take this food truck to the mansion, please, will you?"-Jean said
Quicksilver looked surprised at the food truck and whistled but then he chuckled and said
"That's a piece of cake, count me in ladies"
The boy was about to run towards the truck when Jean stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"But! like a normal person would, no super speed"
"How boring.."
Peter made a disgusted face but then he helped us with everything we needed, he started his car. Peter and I were in the lead with the food truck hitched to the back and the girls following closely behind us in Jubilee's car.
It was obvious that Peter was making great efforts not to exceed the speed. It's just that Peter loved his superpower so much that he used it whenever he could and if he didn't, he was terribly bored. Along the way Peter was trying to figure out what we had bought by looking sideways at the bags on my lap but I didn't give him a chance to guess.
"Come on babe let me see what it is"-He said as he put an arm around my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, it's a surprise"-I said leaning on his shoulder
"And wouldn't you do it for a pretty boy like me?"
Peter kept taking quick glances at the bags but without losing concentration on the way.
"Bold of you to say you're pretty"
Maximoff did not resist and tried to put the hand that was around my shoulder into the bag that rested on my lap.
"No, Peter stop! You act like a child!"-I said annoying
I quickly pulled Pet's hand out of the bags and held it tightly between my legs, which was a bad idea because Peter gave me one of his typical smirks and began to gently caress his fingertips along my thighs that were discovered by the skirt that I was wearing
"Peter.."-I said in a warning tone
"You were right, this is more fun"
The sprinter moved closer to my crotch under my skirt and I had to squeeze his arm hard as he let out a contained growl. With all the peace of mind in the world with his free hand Peter now caressed the inner part of both my thighs while with the other hand resting on the steering wheel he drove the car
"I hate you"-I said controlling my gasps
"I know"
We were finally getting to the mansion so Peter stopped the torture but I was still blushing. We both got out of the car while the girls did the same and we unloaded the food truck in the school yard. The teachers worked in the stands assembling wooden stands and painting them. He could see that some were excited and others like Logan would rather sleep on a train track than do all that. I grabbed the bags before Peter knew it and ran with the other girls to our rooms to change.
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Everything was almost finished, from the windows you could see the patio of the mansion full of game stalls like in fairs. It was impressive how they had finished everything so quickly but then I remembered that they had the great help of Quicksilver. Rogue and I were putting on our clothes. Anna had bought a pretty light blue dress with big white polka dots and she wore her hair loose and wavy with a light blue bow headband decorating her head. For my part, I had put on the black leather leggings with the black off-the-shoulder blouse and had curled my hair. I did a fancy spin in front of the mirror to which Rogue excitedly told me.
"My God y/n you are beautiful! You look like the real Sandy!!"
"And you are divine too!"
Anne was about to answer me when there was a knock on the door.
"If it's Peter I'll kill him"
I went to open the door and when I did my eyes widened in surprise. Stalls were Jean and Jubilee. The first one was wearing skinny jeans with the sleeve rolled up a bit to reach her calf and was wearing a white halter top with straps that tied at the neck and was white with small red polka dots. On the other hand, Jubilee wore a beautiful white skirt with red polka dots, the same one she had chosen in the store along with the leather jacket and also a red shirt tied with a bow in front at the navel. Jean wore a curly high ponytail and Jubilee had her hair loose and wavy like Anna.
"Wow.."
Anna who came behind me smiled broadly.
"The girls are beautiful, and you were right Jean, a dress would not have fit you as well as those pants"
"And with those hips that you have you will attract all eyes"-said Jubilee laughing as she bumped her hips against Jean's.
Jean pretended to be angry but couldn't suppress a giggle.
"Well girls, what do you think if we go to the yard to have a good time?"-I said
We all went out to the garden while I carried a basket with clothes in case someone wanted to dress and didn't have the right clothes. When we got out I could really appreciate what a wonderful job everyone had done. Each booth was identical to the one in the movie, they had even managed to recreate the "Shake Shack" where the protagonists dance at the end.
The girls went to order ice cream while I walked towards an arcade. Luckily I was wearing red heels with a wide and thick heel that allowed me to walk on the grass without ending up with the tip of the heel buried in the ground. Henry was manning the booth, I just had to knock over a stack of cans with a ping pong ball.
"Hey y/n, Do you want to try your luck?"
"Give me that ball now"-I said smiling confident
But when I was aiming to throw the ping pong ball I felt that someone had stopped next to me accompanied by a buzz. I was about to make a sarcastic comment about Peter as I turned my head to look at him but when I did the ball almost fell out of my hands. Peter was wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket and matching black pants, plus he had combed back (but no gel) that silver hair he always wore tousled. I didn't even try to suppress a smile, let alone the laughter that flowed from my lips.
"What's up John Travolta"-I said non-stop laughing
"Hey, I don't look so bad and you know it"-he said a little offended as he ran a hand through his hair
I hated to admit it but Peter was right, he looked so sexy in those clothes and I loved it when he ran his hand through his hair like that, but I would never say it out loud to him.
Without answering, I got ready to throw the cans. I usually didn't have a bad aim but that day it seemed like I had forgotten all skill, and to top it off, every time I missed a shot Peter booed me like he was on a soccer field.
"Can you stop doing that?"-I turned to face him furiously
"Nope"
was his mature response while he smiled innocently but his eyes showed mischief
"Ok, try it, I want to see you"
Peter grabbed the ball confidently and started knocking over the cans at full speed.
"No, not like that! that's cheating!"
"Of course not"-he made a face of indignation
"Uhm, actually she's right, it's against the rules"
"Ha!"-I shot Peter a triumphant look.
"Oh c'mon! What kind of rule is that?"
"I'm sorry, rules are rules"-Henry said
"Fine, but if he won you owe me a favor"
I was about to complain but stopped myself, remembering how annoying Peter can be if we don't come to an agreement. He would chase me around the mansion making annoying noises like a 6 year old.
So I gave him my place and he settled in to throw the ball. Even though he wasn't using his superpower, he had a great aim and managed to knock down all the cans without much effort. Henry clapped while Peter strutted around to make me angry.
"The winner can claim his prize"
Henry pointed out the prizes that were there. A panda bear stuffed animal, a Nerf gun, a box of chocolates among other things. Peter was tempted to claim the toy gun but opted for the panda bear
I widened my eyes in surprise, thinking that Peter would choose something else.
"For you"
Maximoff gave me the panda bear that was fairly large, when he proposed it could become very romantic
"Thank you"-I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear flirtatiously
I hugged the teddy bear tenderly as I made my way to the ice cream truck with Peter. He bought a strawberry ice cream for him, he offered me one too but I kindly declined
"You know? I must admit that your idea was not that bad, at least there is free food"
Peter said as he sucked on his ice cream that was threatening to melt while I chuckled.
Hearing Peter admit that I was right was the most satisfying thing in the world. And of course I would not miss the opportunity to tease him.
"Oh sorry, what did you say? I don't think I heard you right"-I said as I placed my open palm near my ear feigning deafness.
"Don't make me say it again"-he frowned
"Or what?"-I smiled mischievously
Peter smiled too as he tipped his ice cream up to my nose. I backed away yelling his name angrily as we started an unequal fight in which Peter wanted to continue smearing his ice cream on my face and I, with one hand grabbing my stuffed animal, tried to push Peter away with the other hand.
"Ok ok I give up!"-I said laughing with Pet
Suddenly the song "You're the one that I want" began to play through a speaker and I gave a scream of emotion that scared Peter and he looked at me as if something bad happened to me.
"Peter, that's my favorite song come let's dance!!"
And without waiting for an answer, I quickly dragged Peter to where the music was playing, which caused him to spill the ice cream on the grass. The other students had also gathered to dance to the song, Jubilee and Rogue were dancing together while Jean had partnered with Scott. I placed the panda bear that Peter had given me on a basket and began to move my hips and feet to the rhythm of the music, letting myself go. I would throw my head back making my curls bounce and move my shoulders gracefully. Peter was gawking at me, it seemed my tight leggings worked. He was somewhat embarrassing to dance in public but he happily joined me. Peter came up behind me following my movements from side to side with his hands on my hips. I turned around so I could place my hand on his shoulders while I clasped my hands behind his neck and we began to move our shoulders forward and backward, accompanying the movements with our torso.
The music was blaring so I quickly trotted over to the "Shake shack" with Peter following behind. I went up the stairs and forced Peter to his knees and then nudged my shoe into his shoulder which left Peter scrambling like a dog as he came up the stairs with a goofy grin on his face. When he stood up and the machine began to move from side to side like a mechanical bull, I hung over Pet like a monkey wrapping my legs around his hips as he hugged my back. We danced back and forth while the others watched us clapping to the rhythm of the song. I looked into Peter's eyes and he did too but I could tell how sometimes he looked down at my waist. My pelvis was brushing against his lower belly and Peter was trying very hard not to blush.
We continued dancing normally until the song ended and we went down exhausted from the "Shake shack"
Now I was the one strutting around in front of Peter walking around like I was a model. Peter had just noticed my black outfit with my red heels and matching lipstick, I couldn't tell but he thought I had a delicious figure. The other students had dispersed from the garden and were playing in the fair stalls or eating, some bored or tired returned to school. I sat on a bench while Peter did the same next to me.
"Not bad up there, huh?"
I leaned an arm on the back of the bench while crossing my legs and staring at him with a smile
"Are you saying it for you or for me?"
Peter made a funny face trying to appear nonchalant, expelling air through the lips making them sound like a trumpet.
"I say it for myself, obviously"
"Well I didn't see that you did much to dance other than not stop looking at my hips. Did you know that my eyes are up?"
I loved making Peter nervous, it was like giving him a taste of his own medicine since he always did the same to me
"Uhmm, yes of course uhmm"-Peter's cheeks turned pink-"W-would you like to go somewhere else? I think there is nothing to do here anymore"
I knew him. When Peter stuttered it was because he wanted to do dirty things.
"Mmh sure, why not"
Peter's countenance was no longer so red and a bright smile graced his face. Immediately afterwards, he lifted me up in his arms and holding my head so as not to suffer a whiplash, he took me running away from there without anyone noticing. In the blink of an eye I was sitting in the back of Peter's car, an old Falcon that he cared for like a pet.
Before I could say anything Peter stole my breath with a passionate kiss. As our tongues swirled in a pitched battle inside our mouths, I clung to Peter's hair, which was more disheveled than before. Pet knew how to kiss me or where to touch. His hands were on the side of my body, high up near my bust.
"Wait...are you sure?"-I said catching my breath
I got a mischievous smile in response and in a second Peter was gone and back with a condom in hand. Peter's wet kisses on my neck made me feel like I was in paradise. It started in my jaw and worked its way down to my shoulders and collarbones.
I threw my head back in pure pleasure, closing my eyes, which Peter took the opportunity to leave kisses and bruises in the central part below my jaw. I moaned softly feeling his teeth softly biting my skin. Peter took off his jacket and left it on the floor of the car while I lay flat on the seat. The boy couldn't wait and began to unbutton his pants. Nervous I looked at him and stopped him
"What's wrong, babe?"-he looked at me concerned with his eyebrows raised
"It's just…it's my first time"
Peter seemed relieved and, smiling, leaned close to my face to whisper to me.
"It's ok, it will probably hurt at first but then it passes"
Peter's words and breath made me start to feel that heat rise up my crotch. In order to better control the thrusts, Peter offered to let him be below and I above him. He started to lower my leather leggin but not completely until he could visualize my entrance. I lowered Pet's boxer so I could put the condom on him, his member was already hard so the task was easier. He soothed me by rubbing my thighs tenderly, I took a deep breath and slowly sat on Peter's member. A sharp, tight pain emanated from my entrance causing me to close my eyes, wincing as I let out a small moan.
"You're doing good baby, keep it up"-said Peter to encourage me
I stayed still for a moment to try to get used to it, when I felt that the pain had passed, I began to go up and down at a slow but constant pace. Peter closed his eyes and tensed his jaw as his fingers dug into my thighs. Our breaths were quickening and a concert of moans was fogging up the windows. All the pain that I felt at the beginning had given way to a sensation of infinite pleasure that ran through my body and my belly like an electric current. I leaned a little closer to Peter's chest and put my hands under his white shirt. He understood and took it away. Dear God, Peter was often ashamed of his body but what he was seeing now was priceless. His pectorals and abdomen were marked like a Greek sculpture. Feverish, I stuck my fingers into his stomach and began to scratch gently while massaging. Peter let out a grunt of pleasure as he frantically raised his pelvis, increasing his thrusts.
I could already feel Peter's member fully hardened inside me while my walls were contracting.
"Fuck peter"-I gasped
"You are very tight"-he growled, making an effort to focus his eyes on me.
We were both practically sweating, I felt my hair stuck to my neck and nape. I increased the thrusts going at a faster pace to be able to reach the climax, and at the least expected moment I felt like a waterfall was released inside me. But Peter wasn't done with me so I kept swaying my hips until he said.
"I-I'm about to.. cum"-Peter's voice came out hoarse with excitement.
I was at the edge of my strength when I felt the warm liquid of Peter come out and fill me under me. I stopped moving and sat still on him while we caught our breath. I slowly withdrew from him as if his cock were made of glass and I was about to break it. I lay down next to him and squeezed until we both got inside. Pet hugged me lovingly as he caressed my back and I rested my head on his sweaty bare chest, I looked up to see him, he looked very sexy with his hair plastered to his face.
"Do you think the others will realize that we are not here?"-I asked suddenly
"Probably, it bothers you?"
"Not at all"
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Taking Irondad or Dadneto drabble prompts!
Hey everyone! I’m in the mood to write (a rare sight I know) so if you have any small irondad & spiderson OR dadneto & quickson prompts, feel free to send them in an ask and I’ll see what I can do haha!! ✨
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Chaotic Good Trio
Pepper: Do you know why you're here, today?
Ife: We're good people?
Pietro: This country's bullshit?
Loki: I'm just here for the chaos.
Ife: Loki!
Pepper: At least one of you is being honest.
Ife: Fine! What we did was 'wrong'.
Pietro: Really?!
Pepper: Ife, you can at least *try* being sincere.
Ife: Never.
Pietro: I mean, what did wasn't even that bad.
Pepper: Let's review, shall we?
Loki: She brought out the binder.
Pepper: Ife. You stole $15B from the Waltons, set fire to Blackstone's New York HQ, bought and destroyed 15 private equity groups-
Pietro. Nice!
Pepper: Why me? Plastered "Jeff's a Big, Whiny Loser" on Bezos' DC mansion, caused no less than 18 derailments political fundraisers in DC.
Ife: Is that really the worse thing in the world?
Pepper: You have 464 more entries.
Pietro: Hah!
Pepper: Maximoff, don't act like you're innocent! 12 cases of arson against police stations including the NYPD. Multiple Financial Sectors reporting of 'impossible gusts of wind' followed by their mortgage records being wiped out.
Pietro: What? Those places are evil!
Pepper: Hmm Okay. So Loki, care to explain why several museums are missing their entire collection of Norse artifacts?
Ife: He's not wrong.
Loki: Plus their lobbies are atrocious.
Loki: Those belong to my people and our followers.
Ife: Oh! So only the Norse get to take their shit back?!
Loki: You're just mad you didn't do it first!
Pepper: Several yachts have been 'ceremoniously sunk'. Sixty billionaires including the Kardashians have complained about the electricity in their homes being turned off.
Loki: It was rerouted. Also, Kim is insufferable.
Pepper: Enough! You three have enough potential charges to ruin the team!
Loki: Technically, ye-
Pepper: There's no 'technically' to it!
Ife: What Loki means is that while these things look bad now, it was in service of a lot of good.
Loki: The money that we 'stole' was given back to those who were wronged.
Pietro: You know full well that the police are thugs of the state.
Pepper: And it vexes you to no end that people call y'all cops, right?
Pietro: ...Yes.
Ife: Blackstone and other private equity firms have millions of houses in 'holding'! Houses that could be peoples' homes!
Loki: Also, why are you acting like we're the only ones doing this?
Pepper: You three are the most egregious.
Chaos Trio: Fair.
Pepper: We can salvage this-
Ife: No need! I listed out all the things we and sent it out to Ashtoreth for PR.
Pepper: Okay. F.R.I.D.A.Y?
F.R.I.D.A.Y: Yes?
Pepper: Block out my schedule for the next three weeks. I'm taking a sabbatical.
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The stunningly wonderful @kjs-s made this gif for me, and I LOVE IT!
Clint Barton's sarcastic comment echoed through the room, and though his intent was humour, it struck a nerve within you. Pietro Maximoff stood nearby, seemingly unaffected, but you just couldn't let it slide.
"Clint, do you ever think before you speak?" you snapped, surprising even yourself with the intensity of your defence.
Pietro, leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow in amusement as he observed the scene, glancing at his sister.
"What?" Clint asked, clearly confused by the outburst.
Your eyes narrowed. "You’re always getting on at him. I mean, I know he can be a cocky shit at times, but he’s just trying to find his place in this team and you being a dick is not fair or helpful.”
Barton looked from you to Pietro, trying to figure out if you were messing with him. “It- it was a joke.”
“Jokes should be funny, Barton. Making fun of his speed is just... it’s just... pathetic. He's saved our lives countless times, and all you can do is make snide remarks." You shot back, glaring at him.
Pietro popped a piece of chocolate into him mouth as he continued to watch the exchange, confused but a little bit pleased by your protective outburst.
“You’re going to step in before any actual punches are thrown, right?” Wanda asked her brother softly with a smirk.
“I don’t know, it’s kinda hot.” He grinned, his eyes running over you appreciatively.
"You should appreciate what he brings to the team instead of making stupid comments," you continued your tirade at Barton, your cheeks flushed with frustration.
Clint, held up his hands in surrender, trying not to smirk. "Alright, alright. I get it. No more Speedy jokes."
"Thanks for having my back there, sweetheart." Pietro said, his accent adding a playful tone, especially when combined with his grin.
You felt your face heat, suddenly aware of the spotlight on you. "No problem. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’m gonna go make sure Stark hasn’t recorded all that for future blackmail purposes."
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"What even is Captain America? A guy who lived in ice for almost 6 decades?"
"Imagine being that old and lost in time. Maybe he made a deal with the devil."
"I wouldn't be surprise, he isn't human."
The cackles were heard, Steve fought to repress the chirps that could formulate among his sighs. Ever since Bucky own strange dna showing up and his own oddities, he felt the glares. He felt the mockery.
He was use to it. To skinny, sick, weak, and overall a burden to being to much. To strange. Weird. Subhuman. Over and over again. But then he sees Tony talk, the dots of electric arc blue, the super computer for a brain. Bucky who eyes reflected if a light hits them. His k9s being more fangs and the general Mish mash of seasonal hair change.
Then Clint who should have died over and over again. Standing there talking loudly and boldly, next to Sam and Natasha. Sam who was more enthralled with talking to Red Wing and his little Red Robin. Soft tweets being heard as the Falcon didn't pay attention to the strange looks. Natasha own past shrouded.
Old enough to be his mother? Young enough to be his sister? Or something else? She like Clint should have died many times but she hasn't. Injuries healing up far better than others. Her sight... not like Buckys but she has a sense about her that put even Spiderman on edge.
Vision, neither man nor machine. He was something new but comfortable in his skin. He is just is. Pietro, a man who died. Revived. Who can run faster than a bullet. Who body now van deal with Mach 1 speeds at a short burst but even then, he was something else. Magic born? Mutant born? Human born?
Then, the kids. Kurt talking with Ultron eating snacks. Even with the stares from adults, the kids were kids.
Looking around he spotted so many unique people who went through the days and lives with ridicule. Thor and Bruce who stood there confident, so confident people sneered and ran.
Then, he saw a hand on his shoulder and the cologne of redwood. He leaned his head back, to the strangest fella ever. Rhodes.
He seen it all and possibly done it all. He survived thing he shouldn't have. He kept his job even when he was threaten with being fired. He is a superhero. A genius. A guy who moves with grace, wheel chair, walking cane's, or on his own. This phenomenal man, James Rhodes took a seat next to him.
Steve swallowed thickly as the colonel head jutted to tue group that whispered things about them all, "people can be assholes. Heard I was slobbing your knob to stay on the team."
What?! Steve eyes whipped to find who said that only to see Tony tearing someone a new one. Rhodes eyes crinkled with a vicious smile, "Yeah, tones is on a rampage today. Others are joining."
Oh.
He looked around, Natasha polite glares. Clint bold blackmail. Sam fingers moving, a procedure to show the blackmail evidence. Bucky the looming shadow as Tony ripped into a crowd. Bruce face a tint green. Thor chest puffed up.
Oh. This was a war path for them.
"We are heroes Teddy."
Rhodes hummed in agreeance, "but we are still people."
Vision floated as he spoke down to someone. Pietro voice carried with laughter.
"We have every right to express our discontent against assholes, yeah?"
Steve blinked slowly as he watched his friends and teammates take over the night. Natasha taking the kids to eat. Bruce and Thor commanding the dance floor. Tony and Bucky following suit.
"You're right... you want to dance with me?"
Rhodey pressed a soft kiss on Steve cheek, "Come on froggy."
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Hospital (Pietro Maximoff First Kiss Drabble)
Word Count: 1238
Notes: I'm in the middle of NaNoWriMo but I wanted a break from novel stuff. warning for medical stuff/injury
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Pietro’s chest was rising and falling. That, coupled with the steady beeping of the heart monitor, told you that he was alive. That had been questionable for a little while. You hadn’t been there when he’d been shot, but from what Clint had told you, it had been bad.
He’d been bleeding out when they managed to get him back to the helicarrier, where they patched him as quickly as they could. It had been enough to keep him alive while the rest of you were trying to stop the world from ending. You hadn’t even known anything was wrong until the battle was over.
It was ridiculous how much the news that he might die had affected you. You’d known him for less than a week, and half of that time had been fighting against you. But there was something about him.
He had seemed so vibrant. So alive. Indestructible. The thought that his life could be snuffed out so quickly frightened you.
That must’ve been it.
When a superhero dies, it reminds all the rest of the superheroes that they are, in fact, mortal too. That was why you were so shaken when you saw the medics working over him, trying to desperately stop the blood that was draining from his body.
It wasn’t anything to do with the embarrassing double-take your heart had done the first time he’d smiled at you. It had nothing to do with the way he flirted and showboated. Or the way he stroked a lock of hair behind your ear while you had been preparing for the trip to Sokovia, like it was nothing.
Sure, he was beautiful. But you weren’t upset that he might die because he was beautiful. You weren’t so shallow or superficial. He was just too young and too powerful to die. That was it.
All of this to say that when you found out that he was recovering, your heart had skipped a beat. Your feet had carried you towards the medbay without your consent.
You just wanted to see that he was okay. He had been your teammate, however briefly. There was nothing more to it.
You were surprised to find that his sister wasn’t in his room when you got there. From what you’d heard, she’d barely left his side since the battle. She must’ve gone to get some sleep, or eat, or shower, or something.
A small, selfish part of you hoped that she wouldn’t come back too soon. But that was because you wanted to avoid awkward small talk. It had nothing to do with you wanting Pietro all to yourself. That would be ridiculous.
And now Pietro was alone. If he woke up, he’d be disoriented. He might feel abandoned. You didn’t want that. So you decided that you would stay until Wanda got back. You sat down in the chair beside the bed.
You were surprised by how little medical equipment he was hooked up to. The last time you’d seen him, he’d had an oxygen mask over his face, and all manner of things sticking out of him.
Now, his face was bare, and the cannula in his hand was the only visible evidence that he was hospitalised right now. That, and the heart monitor, which was still beeping steadily.
Asleep, he looked much younger than you realised. Aside from the short, neatly trimmed beard he was sporting, he could’ve almost been a child.
Before you realised what you were doing, you reached out and touched his hand, which was lying limply on the bed beside him. He stirred, and you pulled back like you’d been burnt.
He coughed, and opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, unseeing, and then his eyes fell on you. You were loath to admit it, but when his face broke into a smile, your heart stuttered.
“Prinţesă,” he said, his voice weak. “You’re here.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. He’d given you the nickname, which meant princess, when you first met, due to the tiara that was a part of your superhero costume. It wasn’t something you’d chosen yourself, and Pietro drawing attention to it embarrassed you.
He didn’t look like he was mocking you right now. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the cocky, arrogant one he’d worn on the night the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound. No, this was a much gentler smile.
“I came to check on you. To see if you were alright.” The words came out stilted. Why were you here?
“Well, I thank you for that. It’s always a good day when the first thing I see when I wake up is a beautiful woman.”
Your stomach lurched. You stood up so quickly that you almost knocked over your chair.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you said, trying to keep the hurt out of your tone. For a moment, you thought you might have been feeling a genuine connection, but he was a flirt. You were just another girl to him. “I should go.”
You headed for the door, but he called out, “Prinţesă, wait.” And when that didn’t work, he said your name. You stopped in your tracks. You turned to look at him. His smile was gone. “Please don’t go?”
Awkwardly, you walked back to your seat and sat down. You didn’t know what to say, but he was looking at you so earnestly that you couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “If I misread the situation. I thought you…” He trailed off. “I just like spending time with you.”
“From what I hear, you like spending time with lots of women.”
He grimaced. “You’re more than just a pretty face, prinţesă. You’re smart. Funny. Beautiful, but you already know that I think you’re beautiful.” With every word, you could feel your face grow hotter until it was unbearable.
You met his eyes. “Are you serious? Or are you just playing games with me, Pietro?”
“I never play games when it comes to the heart. If I was casual about this, you would know. I don’t want to be casual.”
Like a magnetic pull, you found yourself shifting closer to him. He sat up a little, making space for you in his space. The beeping of the heart monitor, which had been so steady when you’d walked in, was starting to increase in speed. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself.
When your faces were inches apart, you said, “I don’t want to be casual either.”
His lips were dry against yours. His good hand came up to caress your cheek, and you felt tingles go down your spine. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, just a fraction.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he said.
“I don’t care.” You leant back into his space and kissed him hard. You cupped his face with both hands and his hand fell to your waist.
Neither of you heard the door open.
“Oh my god.” The voice sounded more exasperated than surprised. You leapt back from Pietro, almost tripping over your chair, but you righted yourself just in time.
Wanda was standing in the door, a grocery bag in her hands. “I brought your snacks,” she said to Pietro, dumping them at the end of his bed. “I’ll be back later when you two are done.” Pietro snickered. Your cheeks burned.
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Quicktaser
Fall Words: Hayride, costume
Blind dating
Fall words: Hayride, costume
“That’s your date in the Spider-Man costume Darcy. Good luck guessing.”
Darcy rolled her eyes and groaned. Why had she been so stupid to make a bet against Sharon Carter, of all people? The consequences of losing had been forced to attend her halloween party/hayride with a blind date of Sharon’s choosing. Natasha had refused to help, saying Darcy should have known better.
Traitors! she thought furiously, trying to get any hint of Spider-Man’s identity. He was wearing the mask so his face was concealed, but she could see He was tall and lean, but in a filled out grown man way, not a teenager at least. Sharon wouldn’t do that to her.
Spider Man must have recognized her elf costume, because he abruptly left his conversation with Steve and Clint (Superman and Robin Hood, respectively) to approach her.
“Darcy Lewis?” he asked. She didn’t recognize the voice, but it had an accent she thought she’d heard before…..
“Yes, I am. Nice costume, Spidey. May I ask who you are?”
He ripped off the mask, revealing silvery blonde hair and a very attractive, if slightly arrogant smirk.
“Pietro Maximoff, at your service.” He answered, giving a dramatic bow. “I must say, you make a magnificent elf.”
“Thank you,” she answered, slightly puzzled. “I honestly thought you were dead. I’ve heard stories……”
Pietro nodded.
“Yes, well…….it didn’t stick. Unfortunately for Wanda, I am still around to annoy her.”
He shot a fond look at his twin, who was busy dispensing drinks and joking with Bucky.
Darcy chuckled.
“I mean, what are siblings for, anyway?” she agreed, deciding to go with the flow. She’d heard rumors that he was a bit of a flirt, but, hey, might as well have a little fun, right?
“It’s really too bad she didn’t tell me how cute you were,” she went on, adding a touch of flirting as. “I might not have dreaded this so much.”
Pietro grinned at her.
“She did tell me you were very pretty, which is a gross underestimate, but she also told me if I misbehaved, I could expect to experience great pain in the lower regions.”
“Very true,” Darcy admitted gleefully, glad to hear her reputation preceded her. “I keep my trusty taser with me at all times. I really hope I won’t have to use it.”
“So do I,”Pietro agreed, favoring her with a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile. “So do I.”
Sharon and Natasha observed their interaction with decided satisfaction.
“She’s flirting right back. This is going better than I’d expected,” Sharon observed.
“Yes, our plan is off to a great start,” Natasha agreed, sharing a conspiratorial look with Sharon. “If we’d tried a couple years ago, he would probably be on the ground right now.”
“Timing is everything,” Sharon sighed, shooting a wistful look at a certain tall Avenger.
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Saw your drabble list challenge thingie, here's my request, absolutely no pressure or whatsoever though.
Wanda + hugs + no. 24
Your writing makes me so giddy and warm, like a school girl kicking her legs while reading dork diaries.
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
prompt: hugging with height difference | warnings: none.
The team had thrown a big party to celebrate your return.
Wanda was feeling a bit out of the loop. Of course, she was relieved and genuinely happy that you were back, safe, and with little more than a few scratches on your face. But the setting, a room full of Avengers and anyone else Tony Stark could get at such short notice, wasn't exactly her scene.
Besides, Wanda barely had time to see you. Your sudden arrival at the compound was as quick as your departure - Shield had a lot of questions about your last mission. And the brief wave and a whisper of "see you later" was the only greeting Wanda received.
She forced herself to go to the party - Out of consideration for you and also because the Black Widow had politely persuaded her to attend.
But going didn't mean participating, and Wanda spent most of the night hiding in the bar while you told people all about your adventures in space with Captain Danvers and the God of Thunder - the latter seemed quite happy to have the attention stolen since he could focus on his fiancée Jane, instead of fawning guests.
Wanda hadn't seen Carol since she arrived, and she wished you had been as quick as the captain in escaping the guests.
Her patience grew thin as the night went on. In fact, Wanda could have stopped pouting at any moment and gone to greet you (Natasha's words, not hers) but she ended up being overcome by introversion, and the pain in her feet from the heels she chose, so just before they cut your cake - a birthday lost due to your time out of the planet - she sneaked out.
She could talk to you tomorrow. Or any other day, when she no longer has that nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she imagines herself under your attention, talking directly to you, or being alone in your presence.
The path to the room is lonely since that side of the compound is empty due to the party. She holds her heels in her right hand but almost drops them on the floor when the elevator at the other end of the hallway opens, and you stumble out, breathless as if you were running to catch up with it.
"Hey, Wanda!" Your face lights up with a mix of happiness and relief, having managed to find her, so close to her bedroom door. She shifted her weight between her feet, smiling awkwardly. You tried to seem less flustered. "I can't believe you ran away from my party."
Wanda only realized how much she missed having you torment her when you did it again. She felt a lump form in her throat, surprising herself with the sudden urge to cry. You sighed immediately, as affected to see her again as she was.
"Sorry." She murmurs hoarsely. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”
“I know.” You give her a small smile, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek as she notices your footsteps toward her. “I guess I’m the one who should apologize. For not coming to talk to you sooner.”
She shakes her head. “You seemed busy.”
“Busy for my best friend? Never.” You assure her, earning a tearful laugh from her. Wanda isn’t surprised when your hands find her cheeks, wiping away the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d let fall. It was the first thing you did for her so long ago, back in a cell in Sokovia when you first met her, and something you’ve done ever since whenever she thinks of Pietro. You frown, worried about her tears, and Wanda sniffs softly, trying to control her emotions. “Did I say something wrong?”
She brings her free hand to your left wrist, massaging your skin with her thumb, while your hands linger on her cheeks, caressing the damp skin. “It’s just… so good to see you again.” She confesses, smiling through her tears. "You took a while."
"The longest months of my life, believe me." You comment, offering her a small smile. There's a quick exchange of glances between you. Wanda thinks she imagines your eyes falling to her lips before you sigh and look at her with such affection that she feels her heart swell. "Come here, Wands."
She doesn't need to be told twice. It's not the first time she's hugged you, but it's only the third. The first time, you carried her in your arms away from a fallen city, and Wanda let her arms wrap around your neck. She couldn't even tell if it could be considered a hug, but it meant the world to her. The second, the first real hug, was on impulse after long training sessions in the tower and you were on enough adrenaline to forget about your super strength. Wanda complained softly, and you never hugged her again after a series of apologies.
But tonight, you wrapped your arms around her. Gentle at first, then as tight as you could. Wanda let her heels slide to the floor, her hands moving up to your back. The height difference between her and a Kryptonian was considerable, but it only made everything more perfect. She didn’t think much, just buried her face against your chest, inhaling deeply and letting her body relax into your hold.
Your fingers wrapped around her hair, massaging her scalp and running through the strands as she felt the heat from her cheeks spread throughout her body. She could no longer tell if it was emanating from you or her.
"I really missed you, witchy."
She nodded softly at your words, her heart racing in her chest. She realized at that moment that there was no way to put into words the feeling that your absence caused her. She sighed, tightening the hug a little. You seemed to understand exactly what she meant.
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PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST.
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last updated: aug 20, 2024
KEY:
☾ -> fluff/ comfort
★ -> smut
✧ -> angst
blank -> miscellaneous
type “pietro maximoff headcanon” in my search to find asks that ive responded to — lots of random thoughts & hc’s to check out
compound shenanigans ☾
late night meeting ★
cave in ☾
hc’s/ imagines ★
hc’s/ imagines (2) ★
patience ★
silent treatment
fake dating ☾
how I think he’d react to being kissed ☾
not yours ★
night in ★
hc’s/ imagines (3) ★
friends w/ benefits hc’s ★
thots ★
sexting hc’s ★
dating hc’s ☾
mistakes and confessions ✧?
birthday ☾
stay ☾ suggestive?
love like a cat hc’s ☾
not a morning person hc’s ☾
golden retriever x black cat hc’s ☾
across enemy line (headcanons) ☾
sfw alphabet ☾
pretty ★
first time with pietro (headcanons) ★
pliable ★
nsfw alphabet ★
domestic drabble ☾
hcs of him as a dad ☾
I love you ☾
how pietro shows his love ☾
needy ★
late-night snack ☾
one for the team ☾
late-night sweet nothings ☾
big spoon, little spoon ★
close the gap ★
marco polo ☾
paradox ☾
smudge
misunderstanding
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