#pietro tickles reader

[sixpounder]

play your part

pietro maximoff x fem!reader

summary: in which you and pietro maximoff go undercover as a married couple, your mutual hatred simmering beneath forced smiles and lingering touches. but when the mission turns chaotic, tension ignites, and in the heat of escape, neither of you can resist what’s been building all night.

warnings: mature content mdni (unprotected sex, oral f receiving) enemies to lovers, language.

words count: 3.3k

lowercase intended

the ballroom was suffocatingly opulent, gold chandeliers glinting off crystal glasses, the murmur of conversation laced with greed and danger. you tugged at the delicate lace of your gown, suppressing the urge to adjust the wedding ring on your finger. it felt heavy, unnatural. and not just because it wasn’t real.

“stop fidgeting, dragă mea” pietro murmured in your ear, his accent curling around the pet name with practiced ease. his hand settled on your lower back, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you stiffen.

you tilted your head up at him, keeping the picture-perfect facade of a loving wife, even as you dug your nails into his arm. “touch me like that again and i’ll break those fingers.”

pietro grinned, far too entertained by your irritation. “that is no way to speak to your husband, love.”

the word dripped with mockery, and you bit back a scathing retort. instead, you let your lips part in a soft smile, eyes heavy-lidded as you trailed a finger down the lapel of his suit. “then act like a husband,” you purred. “and stop eye-fucking every blonde in this room.”

his grip on your waist tightened, just for a fraction of a second. “jealous already?”

you leaned in, so close your lips nearly brushed his. “i’d have to want you for that, maximoff.”

he chuckled lowly, shifting just enough that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “liar.”

you inhaled sharply, about to throw something equally venomous back, when a sharp ding rang through the room. the auction was beginning.

the act continued as you both took your seats near the front. pietro played the part of the arrogant, entitled buyer well, legs spread lazily, fingers drumming against your thigh as if he owned you. every time you shifted to brush him off, his grip would tighten. a silent challenge. a reminder.

you retaliated with lingering touches of your own, fingertips dragging over the back of his hand as you leaned in to whisper into his ear, voice honey-sweet. “try not to make it so obvious how much you’re enjoying this.”

pietro turned his head, his lips a breath away from yours, blue eyes flickering dark with something unreadable. “oh, i’m enjoying this?” his voice dropped to a whisper, teasing and taunting. “you’re the one breathing a little heavier every time i touch you.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes, but you knew he was right. the heat simmering between you two had been building all night, long before tonight, if you were honest with yourself.

as the bidding began, pietro leaned back in his chair, arm draped casually around your shoulders. “stay close” he murmured, the romanian words for my wife sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. “wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

“oh?” you mused, turning your head to graze your lips against his jaw, just to see if he’d flinch. “and what idea would that be?”

his smirk was pure sin. “that you belong to anyone but me.”

your heart stuttered. you hated him. hated the way he could flip the game on you so effortlessly. hated that, right now, you weren’t entirely sure where the act ended and something real began.

the auction concluded. the stolen s.h.i.e.l.d. weapon was yours. and then, everything went to hell.

gunfire rang through the ballroom. guests screamed, overturning tables in their rush to flee. you and pietro moved in sync, slipping away in the chaos. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a side door into a dimly lit hallway.

he didn’t stop until he had you pressed against the cool marble wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your wrist. his breathing was heavy, his body too close, his heat searing against your skin.

you tried to focus, to ignore the way your pulse betrayed you. “you-”

“you drive me insane” pietro growled, cutting you off.

you blinked, momentarily stunned. “excuse me?”

his fingers traced a slow path up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “you think i haven’t noticed the way you tease me? the way you love making me jealous?” his lips ghosted over your jaw, and you hated how easily your breath hitched.

you forced a smirk, tilting your chin up defiantly. “jealous? please.”

he huffed a laugh, then suddenly, so fast you barely registered it, he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, right over his racing heart. “tell me that’s not the reason yours is doing the same thing.”

your fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt. damn him. damn him for being right.

the tension that had been building between you for months snapped like a live wire.

you surged forward at the same time he did, mouths colliding in a desperate, bruising kiss. it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t sweet. it was a war, a clash of teeth and tongues, hands roaming, bodies pressing together as if you could erase the distance that had existed for far too long.

pietro groaned against your lips, one hand slipping to your thigh, hoisting it up to press closer against him. “tell me to stop” he murmured, but it wasn’t a challenge this time, it was a plea.

your head was spinning, your heart hammering. “don’t you dare.”

his responding smirk was wicked as he kissed you again, deeper this time, slower, because he knew now. knew that, despite all the arguing, despite all the teasing and venomous words, this had been inevitable.

and neither of you wanted to stop.

you pushed him inside the elevator next to you and once the doors closed you blocked both of you inside, so you could have more privacy.

as the elevator doors slid shut, pietro’s back hit the cool metal wall with a soft thud. you pressed against him, your hands tangling in his hair, deepening the kiss. the small space felt electric, charged with the pent-up energy of months of unspoken desires and heated arguments.

your desperation ignited something dark and hungry in him. his hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer as he kissed you back with equal fervor. the elevator walls seemed to close in around you, intensifying the moment.

your body was pressed against his while you pushed him more towards the elevator wall.

“fuck,” he gasped against your lips when his back hit the wall, one hand sliding down to grip your ass while the other fisted in your hair. your aggression was driving him crazy. “you’re not very subtle about what you want, are you?” he murmured between messy kisses.

“shut up” you answered, annoyed.

he laughed softly, taking your jaw in one hand and deepening the kiss again. your body was flush against his, one thigh snaked between his legs. he hardened against you, causing you to bite his lower lip.

“damn” he hissed, hips bucking slightly, seeking friction.

in that moment, he flipped the situation. now you were the one pushed against the wall, and he was the one pressing his body against yours. he caged you in with his arms on either side of your head. his kisses became more dominating, his hands roaming possessively over your body. “i think i like when you’re quiet.”

“if you keep talking, i swear i’ll punch you,” you warned him.

he was so annoying, but you kinda liked it. he smirked against your lips, clearly enjoying the fact that you were threatening violence but still keeping quiet.

“oh, how tempting,” he murmured, his hands sliding down your sides, his thumbs brushing over your peaks. “maybe i will make you lose your temper then.”

you found it so frustrating how he annoyed you so much you actually wanted him. you didn’t know what annoyed you the most, if it was the fact he never shut up, or that he kept teasing you, or maybe it was the fact that you loved when he did those things.

he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered teasingly, “you know, for someone who claims to hate my mouth so much, you sure seem to enjoy kissing it.”

his lips quirked into a smug grin as he pulled back slightly to gauge your reaction.

you rolled your hips against his, enjoying how fast this little action made him stop teasing you. you smirked at him.

his eyes narrowed, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin as he realized you were using physical contact to shut him up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him again. “you think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“oh yes, i am, basing myself on how quickly it worked and made you shut up” you teased.

he threw his head back and laughed, his body relaxing. his hands squeezed your ass softly.

“you know what your problem is?” he teased back, his voice lowering again. “you either want to kill me or…” he paused deliberately, smirking again. “spread your legs for me.”

“oh shut up, like you don’t feel the same way about me” you teased, rolling your hips against his again.

he smiled widely, pressing against you more firmly.

“of course i fucking do,” he admitted shamelessly. “see the problem here, love? neither of us wants to back down. i spend all day wanting to shut you up, then thinking about shutting you up by fucking you instead.”

“then? what’s it gonna be now? will you make me shut up, or will you fuck me?” you teased with a smirk on your face, getting closer to him.

his pupils dilated at your words, clearly enjoying this little dirty banter between you two. his smirk was predatory now as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “both.”

his hands snaked around to grab your thighs, holding you up as if you weighed nothing and pressing you against the wall. the only difference now was that your legs were wrapped around him, and also your arms.

pietro’s kiss became harder, more urgent, reflecting your desperation. his hands dug into your thighs as he ground against you, letting you feel just how much he needed this too.

you moaned.

he broke the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily. pietro’s eyes rolled back slightly at the sound of your moan, his grip on your thighs tightening. he buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

“fuck, i can’t wait to hear how you sound when i’m inside you” he growled.

soft whimpers and little moans kept escaping your mouth because of his actions and words. you never wanted him and hated him this much at the same time. he was making you lose your mind.

pietro smirked against your neck as he felt your body shudder with each nip and grind. he loved reducing you to these desperate little noises, seeing you unravel.

“mmm, you’re so fucking responsive” he murmured, voice low and husky.

“shut up and kiss me” you ordered, crushing your lips against his again.

pietro groaned into the kiss, not needing to be told twice. his lips moved urgently against yours, tongue thrusting past to claim your mouth thoroughly. one hand slid into your hair, tilting your head for a better angle as he kissed you with weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration and lust.

he ground harder against you, his erection pressing firmly against your core. he knew exactly what he was doing, driving you wild with every movement. he broke the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips, “is this what you want? you want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

“yeah” you smirked.

his smirk matched yours, and he pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, breathing heavily.

“fucking hell” he muttered, then kissed you again, even more fiercely than before. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, positioning you so that his erection rubbed against your clit with each movement.

“fuck, there’s too much clothes” you commented, getting back on your feet and starting to undo his tie.

he watched you unravel his tie, then your quick fingers started to unbutton his shirt. he helped you push it off his shoulders, then your fingers moved to his belt.

he smirked. “you’re way too good at this. how many guys have you undressed?” he teased.

you scoffed. “fuck off.”

he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as you worked on his belt. once it was undone, he helped you push down his pants. he stood before you, with just his boxers on.

“better?” he smirked, stepping closer to you again.

“much better” you started to unzip your dress.

his eyes followed your movements intently, darkening with desire as more of your skin was revealed. once your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in just a lacy bra and panties, he let out a low whistle. “fuck, you’re stunning.”

“i know” you sarcastically rolled your eyes, then leaned in to kiss him again, softer this time.

he laughed at your attitude, pulling you close with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. “cocky little thing, aren’t you?”

his hand trailed down your spine to unhook your bra. as soon as it joined your dress on the floor, he cupped your breasts possessively, palming their weight. he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nuzzling between them.

“panties next?” he asked, his voice muffled against your collarbone.

you nodded desperately.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. he knelt down in front of you, helping you step out of them. once you were completely bare, he pressed a soft kiss to your pubic bone, looking up at you with a heated gaze.

you looked down at him, the sight was heavenly, his big blue eyes watching you made him look like an angel, but what he was about to do was the complete opposite.

he smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. he spread your thighs slightly with his broad shoulders, his eyes dropping to your core. "god, you're already wet."

“oh so now you’re acting like it’s not your fault” you teased.

he chuckled darkly, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your center. his tongue swiped through your folds, tasting you deeply. He looked up at you with a smirk. "oh no, i know it is my fault. I love reducing you to a needy mess."

you moaned and He licked you again, his tongue firm and purposeful as it glided over your clit. he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you crazy. he kept eye-contact, watching as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back, a long, low moan escaping your throat.

he knew you liked it. He could feel your legs trembling as he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, opening you up completely to his mouth. he curled his fingers into your thighs possessively as he continued to lick and suck at your most intimate flesh. "look at me,"

“fuck” you moaned, you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open and look at him, but the pleasure was too much.

he smirked at your inability to maintain eye contact, knowing exactly how good he was making you feel. he slipped one finger inside you, then another, pumping slowly while he licked circles around your clit.

“oh my god pietro” you moaned. you wish you never had said that. you moaned his name. you never called him that, it was always ‘maximoff’ or sometimes to tease him you also called him ‘sonic the hedgehog’, just to get on his nerves, but never pietro.

His eyes snapped up to yours at the sound of his name on your lips. “what did you call me?” A smug smile spread across his face as he continued to finger you slowly, his tongue never stopping its torture on your clit. "again," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "say my name again."

“pietro” you moaned again.

his breath caught at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to hear you say it again. his fingers curved upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly against your clit. "fucking hell... say it one more time"

“pietro” you whispered into his ear “fuck me… please”

a shudder ran through him at your whispered plea. In one fluid motion, he stood, scooping you up and laying you on the floor of the elevator, over your clothes. he quickly took off his boxers freeing his hard erection. "that's what I like to hear" he growled, positioning himself between your thighs.

his blue eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you completely. He paused, allowing you to feel the fullness of him inside you before slowly pulling back and thrusting forward again. he kept his pace slow and deep, his eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck-“ you moaned as he pushed into you. he placed a hand on the wall of the elevator for support as he continued to move inside you, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. he leaned in closer, his voice husky as he whispered in your ear. "god, you're perfect."

you locked your legs around his hips, pressing him more againt you, and making him thrust faster. a low moan parted his lips as you locked your legs around him, urging him deeper. he obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. the elevator shook slightly with the force of his thrusts, adding a thrilling sensation to your passionate encounter. "fuck, yes..."

he was making you a fucking moaning mess, he was hitting every right spot repeatedly, you were trying your best to not scream his name out loud.

he could feel you getting tighter around him as you tried to muffle your moans, his name on the tip of your tongue. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer as he pounded into you, his face burying in your neck. "say it"

“oh my god pietro” you cried out. “faster!”

he growled against your neck, his fingers digging into your back as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you so hard and fast. he could feel you getting closer, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. your pussy started tightening around his cock. his breath hitched as he felt you tighten around him, knowing you were close. he thrust once, twice more, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "fuck, you're going to make me cum..." his voice was ragged, breathless, as he fucked you harder, faster.

with a loud moan you finally came, reaching the high you were chasing, it all felt too good. He let out a deep, guttural groan as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you. he came hard, filling you. he continued to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every last moment of pleasure for both of you. "holy fuck... ". he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sated, his face nuzzled against your neck. he could feel your heart racing against his chest, matching his own erratic beat. he slowly lifted his head to look at you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "you okay?"

“fuck yeah, more then ok” you chuckled. he chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before rolling off of you and pulling you into his side. "we should probably get out of here before someone catches us”.

“yeah we should, and tony’s still waiting for us…” you said sitting up. he sat up with you, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "damn, tony's going to know something happened” he muttered, buttoning up his pants. "he always does."

a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, don't be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, it can be of any marvel character or more, i'm happy to write them <3

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Bathtub sex <3

Genre: SMUT (nsfm), blurb

Warnings: fingering, nipple play, finger sucking, mentions of cockwarming, praise

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

The suds hide most of your body from view, your calf hanging from the bathtub seductively. You lift it and flick your toe into the water, splashing your boyfriend as he stands beside you and strips his clothes.

"Hurry," you whisper, your voice low. You sink further into the suds, the bubble sticking to your hair. The soft rain against the windows creates a relaxing sound and the warm glow from the candles is the only source of light. "I'm lonely in here," you add with a giggle.

Your voice trailing as you focus on Pietro's abs. He outstretches his arms, his happy trail peaking from beneath his boxers, and he walks towards you with a grin. Once he reaches the bath, he strips his last item of clothing and disappears under the bubbles.

His large palm rests against your back as he guides you to lean forward. His stubble tickles your jaw as he kisses under your chin, positioning himself behind you. He's warm to the touch and you feel his cock press against your thigh as you settle into him.

"You smell like lemons," Pietro drawls, his accent thick. He's tired. It's been a long mission for everyone.

"It's the soap," you say, leaning against him as you cup the bubbles and blow into them. They scatter over your bent knee. "You like the smell?"

Pietro nods and wraps a strong arm around your waist, trailing his fingers up and down your stomach. He admires the goosebumps that rise from his touch and with a hum, he rubs against one of your nipples with his index.

"Piet," you groan, arching a little as the rain fall harder against the window. You strain to turn around and lock eyes with him but he shakes his head and chuckles. His other hand cups under your jaw, keeping your focus on the faucet of the bath.

"Let me make you feel good," he nips at your shoulder, adding pressure to your nipple. "You're such a good girl," he coos and kisses up your neck as he licks a strip up to your ear. You gasp as the pressure on your nipple turns into a pinch. The warm water splashes around you as you bend your knee further, feeling Pietro's hand slides further down.

He finds your clit and slowly a runs it in slow, torturous, circles. You bite back a moan, watching the ceiling as his fingers slide into you, one and then two of them stretching your gummy walls.

"Tak zatraceně hezká (So fucking pretty)," Pietro groans into your neck, his own cock stirring against your thigh as he presses kisses after kisses to your throat. The tips of his silver hair are damp and they tickle you, causing you to shift.

His fingers press harder as a warning to stay still, pulling gasp after gasp from your lip.

You clench your hand around the edge of the bathtub, whimpering. "Pietro," you moan.

He shuts you up by using his other hand to gently push two fingers down your throat. Instinctively you suckle them, lost in pleasure.

"Good girl. Fuck. Miluji tě (I love you)," he whispers hoarsely and pushes on your tongue a little, his other hand shifting and using his thumb to rub against your sensitive nub as he fingers you.

"I love you too," you whimper, arching up as your nipple peak further over the water and you come, clenching around Pietro's fingers. He drags it on, smirking against your neck as he sucks and pulls his fingers from your mouth. He catches the drool that hangs from your lips with a smile.

You blink up at him sleepily.

"You did so good, my love," he says sincerely, pulling out his other fingers from inside your pussy. He strokes a hand up and down your leg, using his hand to lift your hips as the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. You whine, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Now be a good girl and warm my cock for a bit, hmm?"

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The Family Business Ch. 9

WandaNat x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Ch.Notes: emotional turmoil, jealousy

Summary: After last night's events things only grow more complicated between Wanda, Natasha, and the reader.

An: So... I have blown through all of the pre-drafted parts I have for this and am now writing in real time the goal is to do post every monday but bare with me if I slip up.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

The smell of coffee is the first thing to enter your sense as you stir from your place in the bed. You can't move much as your legs are tangled with someone else’s. You can feel soft breaths tickling your face. Your brow creases, but you make no other movements.

There’s a slight shift in the bed, and that's when you begin to feel a finger dragging itself along your collarbone. It’s gentle as it draws patterns lightly tracing up your neck and jaw. A thumb ghosts over your lips, but you stay still.

“Even after this life has been so cruel to you, and you've grown this hard outer shell; your skin feels so soft. So pretty under my touch.”

You are fully awake, but something stops you from opening your eyes. Instead you scoot closer to the woman and pull her body closer to yours. Your arm flexes as you hold her in place.

“Enjoying the cuddling?” Natasha’s voice enters the room.

“She’s so peaceful like this, I don’t want to wake her,” Wanda shifts in your hold.

She maneuvers so that she's sitting up right in the bed. Your head falls into her lap, and her hands start running through your hair.

“We have to, I’ve heard from Pietro that people are already being made aware of the oil spill. They’re scrambling, he’s already at the office with Kate taking orders.”

You hear Wanda sigh, “This is nice, it almost feels domestic.”

Natasha laughs lightly, “Yes, having your wife bring you and your lover coffee, screams domestic.”

“She’s not my lover, Natasha,” Wanda’s voice sounds harsh.

It takes everything to keep your body from tensing as you listen into this conversation you aren't directly involved in.

“It’s a joke baby,” you can almost hear the smirk on the woman’s face.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny Natasha,” she deadpans.

“I agree there's nothing funny about you being in love with Y/n.”

You hear shuffling and then a quick thud as Wanda throws something at Natasha. By her exasperated sigh you can tell Natasha caught it.

“Can we save this discussion for… I don’t know, when Y/n isn’t laying in my lap,” Wanda says defensively.

“Fine, but the last thing I’m going to say is your taste in women is 10 out of 10,” Natasha chuckles.

“Fuck you,” Wanda can’t help but laugh as her wife exits the room.

Wanda refocus her attention back to you, “We have a big day ahead of us little krolik and unfortunately it starts now.”

She shakes you gently and calls your name a few times. You pretend to wake up. The sight of Wanda in the morning is something entirely ethereal. You can’t help but stare at the woman. Especially after what you heard this morning.

Your intense gaze makes the woman shift and clear her throat, “Natasha made coffee for us.”

You laugh a little, your voice groggy from sleep, “Sounds like a good thing to wake up too.”

“It can’t hurt, we have a busy day ahead of us,” she says getting out of the bed.

“Your bed is like 10 times more comfortable than mine,” you sink further into the mattress.

Natasha enters the room, “Glad to hear you slept well.”

There’s something grateful about the look you give the spy, “Thank you for that. Both of you.”

“The door is always open for you lisichka,” Natasha smiles warmly back.

With much reluctance you get out of the bed. Your feet shuffle across the bedroom floor and you scratch your head, suddenly becoming more aware of the fact that you aren’t in your home.

“I guess I should go get ready at my place,” you say stretching.

“We’ll meet you over there and head to work together, ok?”

You agree to these terms and make your way home. When you get there the composure that you usually carry yourself with slips.

The brief conversation that played out between the married couple echoed in the walls of your mind. It was a joke, that’s what Natasha said in the beginning. However after claiming Wanda was in love with you, it didn't sound like a joke anymore.

Wanda is a married woman. You know this and you’d feel confident in saying that the marriage is a happy one. Natasha is good for her, better than you could ever be. Wanda being in love with you wouldn’t make sense.

As you get ready for work it’s nearly all you can think about. Every moment where you hugged each other for too long, where her hand would find it’s way in yours, where the two of refused to break eye contact was now floating in your head.

It was hard not to romanticize it, you had feelings for Wanda since you were a teenager, and now you are being told she feels the same.

It's a heavy feeling that sits in your stomach. Every part of your being wishes it could be joy, but it’s sorrow and dread. The other accompanying thought with this revelation is, Natasha.

The woman was amazing in her own right. She deserves the same love, attention, and kindness that Wanda does. You refuse to be a home wrecker. Their love it’s organic, it’s feels true. It was enough for Wanda to bring home a wife, knowing her family wouldn’t approve. There wasn’t a reality where you’d let her throw that away.

Your thoughts don’t get to consume you any longer when the doorbell rings. You put on a face of determination as you leave your home with Wanda and Natasha.

Once you’re at the office everything seems more hectic than usual. The three of you are all whisked away in different directions, answering to the influx of calls.

The sheer volume of people you have on your line, startles you a bit as initially you thought this would be enhance the unlawful business practices, but it has also benefited the business used as a front.

This might’ve been a million dollar move. However, it truly wasn’t about the money. The supply for the family was endless. It was to regain control of the city and to assure them whether Dragos was in charge or not the Maximoff’s would be running this city.

The victory is bittersweet as thoughts of Dragos invade your mind. He should be here celebrating with you all yet he lay still in a hospital bed, using machines you couldn’t name to help him breathe. With Flora likely sitting there with him, tremendous sorrow on her shoulders and the wish that he would wake up so she could scold him.

There were bigger things to worry about aside from what you had heard this morning. The health of your father figure, the health of the business, preparing for a war, there was no room for your feelings right now and you accepted it.

“Alright, it’s time for you to go on break,” Kate knocks on your office door before allowing herself in.

“Too busy,” you mumble typing away at your computer.

“I brought you lunch, meaning you have to atop working to eat it,” Kate plops down a bag on your desk.

The smell fills your nose, making your mouth water and stomach growl. You sigh moving your keyboard out of the way to open the bag of food.

“Thanks Katie,” you say before munching on a french-fry.

“No problem, how are you holding up?”

You stretch a bit, “It’s been nonstop in both businesses. I’ve got to be careful not to mix them up as I write the orders. I’m a bit stressed, but I think this is a good stress.”

“And outside of work?”

Your face drops, “I’m barely holding on to be honest. Constantly worried about Dragos, but not just him; Flora, Wanda, Pietro, all of them. I feel so helpless, I haven’t felt this way since I was a child.”

“Y/n-”

“I feel like I’m failing, Kate. We’re fighting against a war, but it’s inevitable at this point. There’s no way Kingpin is going to take this lying down. We can’t afford to lose, but I don’t think any of us are prepared to fight.”

Kate takes your hand in hers causing you to gaze into her eyes. There’s a fire there, one that you forgotten lived inside the assistant.

“Y/n, whatever happens this family will not fall. Others might have alliances, weapons, and political power, but what every single one of them lacks is loyalty. We have people on the outside switch sides, but everyone in this building is here for the long haul. We stand by each other no matter how hard it gets. Maybe you’re right, we’re not prepared for a war right now, but we will be. You aren’t alone in this Y/n, you have a family… thee family backing you.”

She’s right and you know it. It’s a hard a reality to swallow in the sense that with or with Dragos the Maximoff’s don’t have a choice but to win. They will win, but what will be lost on the way to victory. The longer you’re in the position you understand what they mean when they say heavy is the head that wears the crown.

“Something else is bothering you. I can tell,” Kate’s voice is soft when she speaks, snapping you from your thoughts.

You can feel the tip of your ears heat at her question, but you try to play it safe, “It isn’t important and I don’t think it will ever be. We have bigger things to worry about.”

Kate rolls her eyes at you, “You’re right about having bigger things to worry about. Things that you are clearly being distracted from by what’s on your mind. So as your best friend it’s my job to sit here and press you for answers until you tell me.”

It's your turn to roll your eyes, “Can we just drop this, my food is getting cold?”

“There’s a microwave somewhere in this building,” Kate took a seat at the edge of your desk, her hand still in yours.

“You aren't going to let this go are you?”

She shakes her head a little, “Nope.”

You take your free hand and place it over your face, “I heard Natasha say that Wanda is in love with me.”

“Oh my god. Y/n that’s- what’re you going to do?”

“Nothing, I’m not going to do anything.”

Kate’s eyes widen, “Why would she say that? Did she sound mad? How did you hear this? What if she is in love with you? How would you-”

“Enough!” You raise you voice at the girl and she stops.

“Sorry, but this is crazy.”

You sigh, “I know.”

“Do you love her?”

Your eye hit the floor immediately, “I’ve had a crush on Wanda for as long as I can remember. She’s seen me at my lowest, but found value in me nonetheless. Even after all these years she just makes me feel safe and I would do anything for her.”

“But…”

“But she's married to one of the most intriguing women that I've ever met. Someone I know who feels like I do. Someone who takes good care of her and can be there for her in ways that I can’t. They’re the perfect couple. They both truly deserve each other and I refuse to put myself between them.”

It is fully intended to sound strong, but by the end of it you can feel your eyes start to water. You do your best to hold it in but tears start to fall.

“Fuck,” you attempt to cover your face but Kate just pulls you to her by your office chair.

Her hands rests on your face wiping at the tears. You lean into her touch as she begins to rub your back.

“It’s alright, you’re alright,” Kate speak gently.

There’s a soft knock on your office door that gets you to straighten up. The walls are glass so you’re aware that they could see what was transpiring.

“Is everything ok in here?” Natasha let’s herself in, knowing the answer to her question.

You look to Kate, who then looks to Natasha, “Do you want to take over?”

Natasha gives a curt nod. You watch Kate walk out of the office closing the curtains on the way out so no one could see inside. She tells you to call her at the end of your day and you make a mental note to do so.

“Lisichka, talk to me,” she takes Kates previous position. She reaches to wipe the tears from your eyes, but you flinch away.

“I’m fine,” your voice dies as you speak.

“I think we both know that’s not true.”

You glare at her, but then your eyes soften, “I’m just overwhelmed Nat.”

“Maybe it's your turn to go home early n" she suggest.

“I have to stop by the hospital before I go home.”

Natasha hesitates, “I don't think you're in the right space to be there.”

“Someone has to go check on Flora and Dragos,” you stand firm.

“Wanda and I will go,” Natasha says.

You debate for a second on telling Natasha what you heard. You wonder how she would react. However you could never do that to her , not like when she’s looking at you like this. This is the second time in 24 hours that Natasha has been there for you in a time of need.

“Lisichka?”

“I- I’ll see if Kate can take me home,” you abruptly stand from your desk.

You don’t get far before Natasha is wrapping you up in her arms. You melt in her hold, she smells good, her arms are strong. She kisses the top of your head.

“Let me know when you’re home safe, ok? We’ve got everything under control here.”

You nod before heading off in the direction of Kate’s office. When you get to her door she’s on call and you debate leaving, but when she sees you she ends the call.

“Y/n-"

“Can you take me home, please. I know I could ask Clint, but I just-”

Kate cuts you off, “Of course, let’s go.”

You stay close to Kate as you leave the office. Unbeknownst to you, Wanda watches the two of you exit. She heads to your office to find her wife in your chair.

“What happened to Y/n?”

Natasha sighs, “I don't know she wouldn't tell me. I saw Kate sitting on the desk and wiping her tears away so I stepped in. She said she was overwhelmed, but there had to be more to it. I told her to go home.”

“I just saw her leaving with Kate,” Wanda adds.

“She said she’d ask Kate to take her,” Natasha explains.

“I could've taken her,” Wanda says with worry in her voice.

Natasha shakes her head, “You have a business to run and I promised Y/n we’d stop by the hospital after work.”

“I wish she would’ve seen me before she left,” Wanda’s upset, but she contains it well.

“Jealous of Kate?” Natasha tries to tease, but there’s something in her tone that Wanda detects.

“Are you jealous of Kate?” Wanda throws the question back at her wife.

Natasha gaze lingers on her hands, “What if I was?”

Wanda carefully straddles Natasha’ lap in the work chair. She buries her head into the crook of Natasha’s neck before mumbling into the soft skin.

“Then we’d both be jealous.”

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dating pietro maximoff headcanons bc i said so

fem!avenger!reader x pietro maximoff

warnings: some smutty thoughts but nothing too explicit, swears.

when you joined the team this motherfucker was on you like a FLY

you were never really able to get away from him besides like sleeping (AND THATS BEFORE YOU DATE OFFICIALLY😭)

he def channels his inner james potter and does dramatic ass pranks and makes really stupid jokes to impress you

he’s so open about his care for you its so cute

anyway you start dating yada yada

he absolutely LOVES to piss people off

it’s a known fact

you are no exception to this, in fact you’re his main victim

he’ll zoom around you in circles, tickle you so fast you think you might actually die, poke you until you almost snap his finger in half; the usual shit you’d expect

but if you happen to get genuinely upset by whatever dumb shit he does, it comes in handy that he’s observant as hell when it comes to you (not that he’d ever admit it), and will stop immediately to coddle you

but anyone else can “go fuck themselves”😭

if you think you know someone whose big on PDA make room for #1 because this bitch LOVES it omg

makeouts in public

shameless groping

overly long hugs

hands have been on you 24/7

JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE AS FUCK.

oh my god don’t even let me THINK about this man being jealous i can’t

he’d push all of his body weight against your back, smothering you with affection and mild hostility; probably sighing dramatically and kissing whatever part of you he can reach

the person definitely gets effected by this eventually, either taking the hint or taking the punch LMAO

on missions he’s SO protective

bro forgets you’re on the team for a reason and can handle yourself

he loves the feeling of protecting you, he feels like it makes up for all the bad he’s done

he leaves water on the sink edge after he washes his hands and then laughs in your face when you complain

his love language is definitely physical touch but a close second is words of affirmation😭 it’s cute how he looks to you for validation when he does literally anything

he put his dishes in the sink AND rinsed them off? you’re so proud!

he killed some villain? even more proud!

he def tried to “teach you” Sokovian but ended up just making you say some stupid shit LMAOO

now you fact check everything he says

he loves but hates the fact that you’re besties w Wanda

bc he wants her to approve

but also

he had u first

and he has an issue w sharing you, especially with her since they’ve shared almost everything

unrelated!!

if it wasn’t obvious he has a praise kink

he’s definitely more on the dominant side but he has no issue letting you take control and having your way SOMETIMES

as i said, he’s more a fan of making you into a hot mess

he loves cumming on you or in you

hickeys hickeys hickeys

marking you as his in whatever way he can is what gets his gears grinding

angry sex after an argument?? his fav, your worst nightmare the next day!

on the topic, he can be kind of explosive when it comes to arguing. i don’t think he’d use your past against you, but lets be fr he’s really good at manipulating situations into ways he wants them to be

a cat person through and through — you WILL be adopting every cat he sees

sex in the work out room LMAO

HE WOULD USE YOU AS A WEIGHT.

like a bench press omg

moaning rn

sorry

anyway

literally a golden retriever bf

he’d try to write you love notes but a quarter of the words are spelt wrong because english is his second language and he’s not completely fluent yet :,)

UGH MY HEART HURTS

OH AND if you ever wanna dye your hair he demands you come to him instead of a hairdresser bc our sassy king has an alter ego hair stylist!

thats it for my not humble king🙏

requests are open:)

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-Two: Orgasm Denial

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

(I couldn't resist this gif I'm sorry)

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 and Pietro finally go home.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4751

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Notes:

Hello my beloveds.

Warnings for orgasm denial (or perhaps extreme delay), jealousy (and grappling with it), slight possessiveness, slight objectification of women, sex that isn't necessarily rough but is very energetic, alcohol, tipsy sex, reader being a little bratty and bossy in bed, pietro and reader being somewhat codependent (they're working on it, okay), overstimulation, neck grabbing, (non-sexual) tickling,

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The plane ride home was bittersweet. On one hand, both you and Pietro had been growing restless, and you missed the rest of your friends. On the other, you loved having Pietro all to yourself.

Soon, you would be back to training and meetings and missions. Gone were the days of swimming in the ocean, having sex on five different surfaces and watching movies until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

But that was okay. You still had each other. That was what mattered.

“You excited to see everyone again?” you asked, nudging Pietro’s shoulder.

He grinned at you. “Of course. It’s been forever. This is actually the longest I’ve ever been away from my sister.”

You blinked at him. “Wow. I hadn’t even thought of that.” Wanda and Pietro had lived their whole lives joined at the hip until they became a part of the Avengers. You wondered how she was taking the separation.

“Wanda is my best friend,” he said. “My partner in crime. But we’re not children anymore. She won’t be by my side forever.” His tone sounded a little sad. You took his hand between both of yours and squeezed.

“Why not?” you asked softly.

He chuckled. “Because we both have lives outside of each other now…” He glanced around, as if to check if anyone else was listening, although the two of you were alone. The only other person in the plane was the pilot, and he was in the cockpit. “To be honest, I love her more than anything but… there is a lot of… pain between us. It’s hard not to think of everything we have been through when I look at her. Our parents. Our lives on the streets. Hydra.”

“Oh Pietro,” you said, bringing his hand up to your lips to kiss it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if this is painful for you to talk about.”

He shook his head. “I feel better for having told you. I’m sure she feels the same way. Things haven’t been the same between us in a while. We’re no longer in ‘survival mode’. I have a lot of things to work through. We both do. Besides…” He smiled. “Most people are not as close with their siblings as me and Wanda are. I’d say we’re doing pretty well.”

“Well, I’m here for you. You know I’d do anything for you.”

*

The plane touched down on the tarmac outside the Avengers compound, and you and Pietro gathered up your bags. You pulled your backpack on and reached for your suitcase, but Pietro got there first, shooting you a wink.

“Can’t let my girl carry her own bag. What would people think?” His tone was teasing. You gave his shoulder a light shove.

“Probably that I’m a superhero, so I can carry my own bag.”

“You might be a superhero but you’re also a prinţesă. Royalty don’t carry their own bags.”

You rolled your eyes at him good-naturedly. “Of course. Royalty.”

“It’s true!”

“And what does that make you? My humble coachman? A porter? My personal concierge?”

“I prefer devotee, but servant works too.”

“Good to know.” You stroked some hair behind his ear with one fingertip, gratified when he gave a slight shiver. All the months you’d been away together, and you still marvelled at the way he reacted to your touch.

Pietro led the way, carrying your bags down the ramp onto the tarmac. As he adjusted his grip, you swiped the bag from between his fingers and took off towards the main building.

He caught up with you at once, of course, half-tackling you to the ground. He wrestled the bag from your grip, the two of you giggling all the while.

“I really thought you two would’ve got this out of your system by now.”

Your head snapped up to see Wanda standing by the doors to the compound, arms crossed.

Pietro straightened up, grinning. “I could never get my prinţesă out of my system. She lives in there now.” He put out a hand and you let him help you to your feet.

“Disgusting,” said Wanda, but she was closing the distance between them. When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck.

You stood by, feeling a little awkward. It was good to see Wanda, but you felt like you were intruding on a moment. Thankfully, you were saved by the compound doors opening and Natasha stepping out.

“Nat!” you called out.

She said your name, amused, and you ran over to hug her too. Natasha wasn’t usually the most affectionate of people, but she received your embrace warmly.

“So, how was it?” she asked, glancing from you to Pietro, who was still hugging his sister.

“It was probably the best few months of my life.”

She snorted. “I’m going to need more details than that, but that can wait. We’re having a little party tonight. Just Avengers.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“What sounds perfect?” Pietro had finally broken away from Wanda, and came over to stand by your side. “Hello Natasha.” As Natasha relayed the evening plans to Pietro, you turned to Wanda.

“Hey, Wands,” you said, a little shy. You liked Wanda plenty, but you were always a little self-conscious around her. She was so important to Pietro, and the idea of doing or saying anything that might make her dislike you was untenable.

“What, don’t I get a hug?” she joked. You opened your arms to her. She squeezed you tight, and then murmured, “Thank you for taking care of him,” into your ear. Before you’d had a chance to respond, she pulled back. “Do you need help carrying these bags?”

“Pietro keeps insisting that he should carry them, because he’s a man.”

“Ugh, what a chauvinist pig,” she said, grabbing the handle of your suitcase.

Pietro turned to look at his sister, offended. “Hey! I’m not sexist! I love women!”

You snickered, and Wanda again rolled her eyes. “You’re the worst.” She looked at you. “I don’t know why you put up with him. “Come on.”  You followed her into the building.

*

You and Pietro went back to your respective rooms. It was a little strange, after spending months entirely in each other’s space, to be on your own.

You emptied out most of your clothes from your suitcase into your laundry basket, snagging a sundress that you hadn’t worn in weeks from it. It was clean and comfortable, so you laid it out on the bed as you unpacked the rest of your things.

Once you’d put your suitcase back in your wardrobe, you decided to take a shower. You were starting to feel normal again, like you hadn’t even been away. It wasn’t necessarily a good thing or a bad thing, it was just something you were noticing.

Wrapped in a towel, you returned to your bedroom to find Pietro lounging on your bed, playing games on his phone. He wasn’t looking at you, so you dropped your towel, which got his attention immediately.

You were rifling through your chest of drawers, looking for a clean pair of panties, when you felt the heat of his body behind you. His chest pressed against your back, one hand sliding over your hip and down your stomach.

You leant back into his touch. With his free hand, he groped your breast, while the other hand slid between your thighs to cup your pussy.

“We don’t have time,” you said as he started kissing your shoulder. “We promised Wanda we’d meet everyone downstairs.”

“She’ll understand,” he said, and grazed his teeth over your shoulder, making you shiver.

“You’re a bad influence.”

His index finger, which had been toying with your entrance, slid inside you. “Uh-huh.” He kissed up the side of your neck until he reached your ear, and then nibbled on your earlobe.

“Fuck, Pietro.” You sagged against him, and he readjusted his grip to take most of your weight. He slipped a second finger into you and your eyes fluttered shut. You could feel the tight, heavy feeling in your loins of an approaching orgasm.

He gave your breast one last squeeze and pulled his fingers out of you. Once he was sure you were standing under your own power, he drew back completely.

You whipped around to face him. He was smirking at you, licking your juices off his fingers.

“What the fuck, Pietro?”

“You’re right, we’re going to be late,” he said, “you should get dressed.” He playfully smacked your ass, grinning at your answering scowl.

“You’re an asshole,” you said, pulling on a pair of panties. You were uncomfortably wet, and it seemed likely you were going to stay that way. You slid your sundress on over your head.

It fit the curves of your body well, and didn’t allow for you to wear a bra underneath. You straightened it out and then slipped on your sandals.

Pietro was leaning against the wall, watching you with a predatory expression in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour you. You wished he would.

“Who you dressing up all pretty for?” he asked, hands fingering the material of your dress as you passed him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you teased.

*

When you saw the world the way that Pietro did, it was easy to spot the little things that other people might miss. Other people may not have noticed the split-second that Steve’s eyes lingered on your boobs before he looked back at your face, but Pietro certainly did.

He knew that he shouldn’t blame Steve. You were a beautiful woman wearing a low-cut dress with no bra, and Steve was only a man. Pietro himself had certainly been guilty of looking at boobs when they were presented to him on such an appetising platter, even if he knew he shouldn’t. It was just instinctive. They drew the eye.

Still, he felt the smile fall off his own face as he watched Steve awkwardly clear his throat and look away from you. Either you were oblivious to Captain America’s embarrassment, or you were ignoring it, because you pulled him in for a hug.

He hugged you back, keeping a respectful distance between your bodies. Still, Pietro was trying his hardest not to grit his teeth.

He knew it was stupid. He trusted you with his life. He knew you would never cheat on him. And Steve Rogers was nothing if not a gentleman. He wouldn’t make a pass at a woman he knew was unavailable. Pietro was sure of that.

But still. There was something about that look that had put his stomach on edge. You were his girl. His prinţesă.

Steve turned to Pietro now, as you went off to go and say hello to Scott and Hope. Pietro forced his face into a polite smile in order to make small talk with the man he’d just caught ogling his girlfriend’s breasts.

No.

That wasn’t fair.

He hadn’t been ogling. He’d just been noticing.

It wasn’t even that Pietro was particularly bothered by men looking at you most of the time. He had seen men rake their eyes over you as you walked down the street. He had seen the magazine headlines and twitter comments of people lusting over you, and the most he’d felt was annoyance and a touch of protectiveness, not this all-encompassing, stomach-churning jealousy he was feeling right now.

Maybe it was the months that you and he had spent sequestered away from the world. You were his and he was yours and you didn’t have to share each other with anyone. Pietro was going to have to get used to not having one hundred percent of your attention one hundred percent of the time. That was fine.

Or maybe it was because he knew Steve. Unlike all of the anonymous people on Twitter, and the creepy men in the street, Steve would actually have a chance with you if you were single. He was handsome and charming. He was also taller and more muscular than Pietro. Not that Pietro had any reason to be insecure about his appearance. He knew he was hot. He knew that you were deeply attracted to him.

“Are you alright?” asked Steve, and Pietro grimaced.

“Fine. Just. Tired. Long flight, you know?”

“Of course.” Steve didn’t look like he believed him, but he wasn’t one to push.

“Excuse me, I’m going to…” Pietro vaguely gestured towards the rest of the group, and Steve nodded, stepping back to allow him to pass.

You were hugging Sam now. Had you always been such a hugger? Pietro reached the two of you just as you pulled back, and laid a hand on your lower back.

“Pietro, hey,” said Sam, putting out a hand to shake Pietro’s.

“Sam,” he said, accepting the handshake. “How have you been?”

You leant back into Pietro, so he wrapped his arm more fully around your waist. “Sam was just catching me up on what we’ve missed,” you said.

“Not a lot,” said Sam. “But I imagine you guys will be getting a full debriefing sooner or later.”

Pietro groaned, and you poked him in the ribs. “Probably,” you said.

“I don’t want to talk about work,” said Pietro. “I thought we were supposed to be having fun tonight.  And alcohol.”

“Then you can go and get me a drink, handsome.” You patted his cheek patronisingly, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” And then, to be polite, he turned to Sam. “Do you want a drink?”

Sam held up his beer, so Pietro zoomed off to the drinks table. He was in the process of pouring two rum and cokes when his sister sidled up to him.

“What’s got you in a mood?” she murmured.

“I’m not in a mood.”

“Pietro, you know you can’t lie to me, right? We shared a womb and I can read minds.”

He huffed, but didn’t respond. He picked up the two glasses and started to walk back over to you, but Wanda intercepted him.

“You know, you have just spent months with your girlfriend. The purpose of this party was for you to socialise with other people.”

“I know that.” Pietro glanced over to you. You had made yourself at home on one of the big, plush sofas. Nat was on one side of you and Steve was on the other. He fought the urge to frown. He didn’t want Wanda reading into it. “I need to give her this drink,” he said.

“Fine. But when you’ve done that, come and talk to me, okay?”

“Fine.”

In truth, he did really want to talk to Wanda. He had missed her. He had so much to tell her. But seeing you sitting with Steve set his teeth on edge.

He walked around the back of the sofa and leaned over your shoulder, holding out your drink.

“My lady,” he said in a fake simpering voice that made you giggle.

You took the drink from him. “Thanks, Piet.”

He kissed the top of your head. “I’m going to go talk to Wanda.”

“Alright, have fun.” You grabbed his shirt, pulling him back so you could kiss him on the cheek, before releasing him.

Nat and Sam were watching on in amusement, but Steve just seemed embarrassed. Pietro ignored them all.

“I love you,” he said.

“Love you too.”

And that was that.

Wanda had tucked herself away at a table in the corner, a glass of wine in front of her. Pietro settled himself down across from her.

“So…” she said as soon as he was sat. “Captain America…”

Pietro blanched. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t make this a thing. It isn’t a thing.”

“Mm. I don’t think I’m the one who’s making a big deal out of this.”

“There isn’t… It isn’t…” Pietro sighed.

Wanda took pity on him, reaching across the table to take his hand. “You know, it’s totally normal to feel jealous when you see someone looking at your girlfriend. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Pietro sounded defeated. “It’s stupid. It’s nothing.”

“If it makes you feel bad then it isn’t nothing. Are you going to talk to her about it?”

“Why? So I can embarrass myself?”

“She loves you. She wouldn’t want you feeling bad.”

He sighed. “… I know.”

“So you’ll talk to her?”

“… Fine,” he said, only half lying.

Wanda didn’t push any further. “Good… So… How was your trip?”

Pietro cracked a smile for the first time since the conversation started. “I’ll spare you the details.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Please do.”

“It was… incredible. I’ve never felt so in love.”

She smiled at him. “I’m glad. You deserve it.”

“What about you? How is-” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Vision?”

“He’s good. We have been spending a lot of time together lately. He is good to me.”

“Good. Just so you know, if he ever hurts you-”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “I know-”

“I’ll kill him.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I will!”

“No, what you’ll do is buy me lots of ice cream and watch sappy movies with me while we both cry. But it won’t happen. He’s not going to hurt me. He’s not like that.”

Pietro frowned at her. “If you say so.”

*

You were tipsy when you made it back to your room with Pietro in tow. You’d been waiting for hours to get him alone again.

You’d been pretty wet from the way he’d been touching you before the party, and the fact that you hadn’t cum had left you antsy. The door had barely closed behind you before you were tugging at his t-shirt, your lips sealed to his neck.

“Wow, somebody’s eager,” he murmured, and you let out a little growl of annoyance.

“Whose fault is that?” you asked, grabbing him by the wrist and guiding his hand under your skirt.

He chuckled, playing with the edge of your panties. “My poor prinţesă, I’ve neglected you, haven’t I? Let me make it up to you.”

He bent down and hooked both arms under your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you over to the bed. He laid you down carefully, and then slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders so that he could pull down the front of your dress.

“Hello, ladies,” he purred, and then cupped your boobs in his hands.

“You know, that’s so not sexy- Oh!” He had taken one of your nipples into his mouth while hooking his leg between yours, pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

He released your nipple with a wet popping sound. “You were saying?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

His lips grazed over your other nipple and your head tipped back. He was gentle, and persistent, with an occasional scrape of his teeth that sent shivers down your spine. His mouth was soft against your sensitive skin, and his stubble made you tingle all over.

He stayed there between your breasts for far longer than usual. It felt like an act of worship, and he murmured sweet nothings into your skin like a prayer. It felt good, but you were getting impatient.

“Pietro,” you whined, trying to grind down against his thigh. He pulled back from your breasts and gave you a soft smile, like he’d forgotten you were there.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I just like you a lot.”

Your heart fluttered as he started kissing down your stomach until he met fabric. Instead of trying remove your dress, he shoved the skirt of it up until the entirety of it was wrapped around your waist like a belt. He resumed his trail under your dress until he got to the waistband of your panties, and then he stopped, looking up at you again. You groaned at his ceaseless teasing.

“What do you want from me, prinţesă?” he asked, settling himself between your thighs. His thumb was tracing patterns on the skin of your lower stomach.

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“I want you to put your fingers inside me!”

He chuckled again, sliding the gusset of your panties to the side. “All you had to do was ask.” You let out another noise of frustration, and Pietro relented, sliding his fingers through your slick. “Wow. You’re so wet.”

“Don’t tease me. I need you, Pietro, please.” It came out as little more than a whimper. He slid his middle and ring finger inside you, and you sighed with relief.

“So easy for me, prinţesă,” he cooed. “Your slutty little pussy can’t get enough.”

You were about to speak, but the words were lost as he closed his mouth around your clit. With him sucking on the sensitive little nub and pumping his fingers in and out of you, you weren’t able to form sentences for a little while.

Your hands came up to play with your boobs, and found your nipples still spit slick from Pietro’s ministrations.

“So sexy for me, dragă.” He sped up, his tongue drawing patterns on your clit as he slipped a third finger inside you.

“Pietro,” you whimpered, hitching your thigh up over his shoulder so he could press his fingers deeper inside you. “I’m close.”

He chuckled, warm air puffing over your clit. “My little slut, about to cream all over my fingers. You’re so easy, you know that? I bet you’d let me stay here for ever, just playing with your body, using you as my little fucktoy. Go on then. Come for me, my love.”

You squealed, your hips lifting off the mattress. He fucked you through it, that cocky grin never leaving his face. Your orgasm ebbed, and you settled back down onto the mattress, breathing hard.

You didn’t get much respite, because a moment later, he was flipping you over onto your front and sticking his fingers into you from behind. This new position had his fingertips pressing against your g-spot harder, and your eyes fluttered closed as he started licking your pussy again.

Your legs were trembling. You didn’t stand a chance. Within a minute, you were cumming again, your moans lost in the folds of your duvet.

“Nuh-uh-uh, none of that,” said Pietro, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you back. “That one doesn’t count. I want to hear you screaming my name.”

He rolled you both to the side so that he was spooning you, his knee pressing your thighs apart. His hand reached over your hip, spreading you open.

At some point, he must’ve shed his clothes, because you could only feel bare skin and his hard cock pressing into your lower back. Everything was moving so fast that it was dizzying. You clutched at him, your only anchor.

He nibbled on your ear, making you whimper. All you could hear was his breathing and the wet sounds of him strumming between your thighs. His other arm came to wrap firmly around your neck, holding you in place.

“Pietro,” you practically bawled, your legs trembling.

“My prinţesă,” he growled, wringing another orgasm from you. He didn’t stop until you grabbed the hand that was between your thighs, tears running down your cheeks.

For a moment, the room was silent except for your heavy breathing.

“Are you alright?” he asked, pressing his nose against your cheek.

“Yes. Just sensitive,” you said, breathlessly. He started to detangle himself from you. “Where are you going?”

“To get tissues?”

He tried to pull away but you grabbed his wrist again to stop him.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” you asked, blinking up at him through wet eyelashes.

“I thought you’d be too sore,” he said.

You shook your head. “I want your cock. Please?”

His cock, which had wilted slightly, was standing to attention again. He let out a little laugh and stroked it to full hardness.

“Anything for my prinţesă.”

It took a moment for the two of you to rearrange yourselves. In the end, you rolled onto your back, your legs wrapped around his waist. When he slid inside you, you grabbed his hand and squeezed tight.

“You like that?” he asked, cockiness returning. “You like when I fill you up with my big cock?”

“Yes, Piet,” you whimpered, clutching him closer.

He lay over you, your legs curled around his hips so that he could fuck you nice and deep. You tangled the fingers of your free hand into his hair, moaning with each thrust.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, looking down into your eyes.

“You, Pietro.”

“Good. Are you gonna let me fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes. Please.”

He let out a deep groan and buried his face in your neck. You held on tight, clenching around him until he shuddered, spilling inside you.

You lay there, letting him catch his breath on top of you. Carding your fingers through his hair, you murmured, “You gonna tell me what’s been bothering you, baby?”

“Ugh. I can’t get anything past you.” He slipped his arms around your waist and squeezed you tight.

“So…?”

He rolled off you so that the two of you could face each other side by side. “It really is nothing,” he warned, but you just looked at him expectantly. “Steve was looking at your boobs earlier when you greeted him.”

“Oh.” You stared at Pietro, trying to assess his reaction. “I mean, can you blame him?” you joked, gesturing at your bare chest.

Pietro grumbled, low in his throat, and then, faster than you could see, put his hands in your armpits, tickling you.

You shrieked with laughter, trying to push him off you, but he held steady, now digging his fingers into your ribs as well.

“You… asshole!” you gasped between peals of laughter. After a moment, he relented, letting his hand come to rest on your hip instead. He rested his head on his other arm. You pushed closer to him, pressing against him until you were chest to chest. “God, you suck sometimes,” you said, nuzzling into his neck.

“You love me,” he said, and then kissed your forehead.

“Did it really bother you that much? Steve looking at me?”

Pietro made a noise in the back of his throat that made it clear he’d rather be talking about anything else, but he still responded, “It’s not… I’m not insecure about the way you feel about me. I know you’re not leaving me for Steve. I trust you more than anything. I know those things… It’s just…”

You leaned back, looking him in the eyes. Your hand came up to cup his jaw. “Sometimes knowing isn’t enough. It doesn’t change how you feel.”

“Exactly.”

“I feel it too, you know? Sometimes a beautiful woman will talk to you and I’ll feel the urge to give her a nasty electric shock.”

“Really?” The smile had returned to his face now.

“Of course! Have you seen yourself? Half the world would jump at the chance to have sex with you!”

He chuckled. “You say this as if you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You scoffed. “Pietro, please.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I’m not beautiful the way you are. Before we started dating, I thought I was going have to throw elbows with a bunch of strangers for the chance to be with you. You’re beyond beautiful.”

“There was never any competition. It was always you.”

“Pietro…” Your cheeks felt very hot all of a sudden. He was looking at you with warmth and sincerity. Trying to meet his eyes felt like looking at the sun. Your heart was thrumming in your chest. “So you know you have nothing to be jealous of?” you deflected. “I’m yours.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But it’s nice to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours,” you repeated.

“And I’m yours.” He kissed you then, soft and tender. You melted into his embrace. After a moment, he drew back. He grabbed your thigh and hitched your leg over his hip again. You gasped at the sudden contact, still sensitive. “Now, onto business.”

“Business?”

“You didn’t cum.”

“Pietro, I came three times.”

“One of those didn’t count! And you didn’t cum while I was fucking you. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You could feel that he was half-hard again already. You giggled, your head falling onto his shoulder. “If you insist.”

Next Chapter

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You Can Be So Cruel - Part 10

(Pietro Maximoff x Plussize!Reader) (M)

You used to think no one could hate you as much as you hated yourself, until you meet the speedster with a seeming desire to break you. ▪ words: 4227  warnings: anxiety, body issues, bullying, language, angst ▪ an: Nothing breaks like a heart. Don't think many people are reading this now, but I finished it so may as well post it. That's a big thing for me :p Last part next weekx ▪ Catch up here.

You're halfway to getting ready. Wearing some outfit Wanda helped you choose, the material itching at your skin. You hear the faint buzz of voices, your favourite songs playing in the half-light of the room... you're supposed to be doing your makeup. Heading to the unofficial party Wanda and Steve wanted to give you.

Instead, your mind is back in that storeroom, waiting for the pain. Envisioning the soldier dead on the floor. Remembering the softness of Pietro's gaze, his fingers gently brushing your skin as if he thought you'd break. His seeming care for you that wouldn't quite settle inside you. Were you okay? Would Pietro hold it over you?

So lost in thought, you don't hear Pietro come into the room. His hands skimming your waist as he stands behind you, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"Y/n?"

"I'm okay." You lie, more to yourself than Pietro. Putting on your lipstick without thought before throwing it onto the bed. The warmth of his chest comforting, grounding against your back. You lean back against him and your hands cover his, not pushing them off like you’d intended to. 

"Why didn't you tell Steve what happened?" You ask him.

"Why haven't you?" He shrugs, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

You'd thought about it. Steve would want to keep you off missions, maybe make you see someone. You didn’t want to be set back again, make him worry about you. Again.

You watch Pietro place soft kisses along your collarbone, trailing up to your neck.

"Don't."  

He stops, though his steady breaths still tickle your neck, goosebumps spreading over your skin.

“This isn't normal Pietro. We don't go on dates; do you even know anything about me? My favourite band? Colour? Book? Anything?”

"Domnita, I know every inch of you.” He presses a kiss to your pulse point, making you shiver, pulling you back against him.

 “You know what I mean…”

You turn to face him, your hands on his chest, hot beneath your touch and he holds you against him, his heartbeat thrumming under your fingers.

“You want a date? We can go on a date-” 

"Oh, so now you’re not embarrassed of me?" 

"I never was..."  The way he mutters the words, you know he's saying what he thinks you want to hear, he doesn't mean them.

"That's what it feels like..."

“Is that why you’re like that with him, and not me?”  He asks, rolling his eyes and holding you tighter, trying to contain his resentment.

"Steve's my friend. He didn't make my first few weeks here hell. You knew how much I liked you and you treated me like-"

"You think he's better than me?" He interrupts you, pushing you, but not wanting to really hear you.

"Pietro..."

"You do, don't you?"

You don't want to say it, rile him up even more. Don't want to make this worse.

"Yes." 

Yet it happens anyway, and you regret it. Regret the crushed look that falls over him. Worse, you find yourself realising you mean it, and he knew it too. He closes off from you, and you let him go, knowing that you'd lit a fire in him.

"Have fun at your 'party', domnita."

You watch him leave in the mirror,  burying your anger down, the dread that his words were a warning.

You push open the common room doors and all their expectant eyes glance over to you. Wanda's bright smile calms you, greeting you with a welcome drink and you swig it down. Hands shaking.

Clint coughs to get everyone’s attention, resorting to banging the table when no one listens, “Now, I can’t stand speeches and I know y/n hates attention. So, here’s to y/n! You've worked your ass off, and saved ours today!” 

The Avengers raise their drinks to you and you raise your glass back awkwardly, your face heating up.

“Now, let's get drunk!"

Thor brought the beers again, the sofas were set up with blankets and popcorn, Clint and Nat were eating the cakes Wanda had made...it should have been perfect. You take a seat at the island next to Wanda and Vision, taking another shot. It burns your throat, distracting you from your thoughts.

Until him, it's always him. Pietro storms into the room like a tornado. He ignores everyone and heads straight for the Asgardian beer. Drinking one down and grabbing another. His eyes burn into you all the time you’re talking to Wanda. Shrinking back into yourself with the intensity of him.

“We never celebrate until after the third mission.” He slams his drink down, interrupting you both.

“Yeah, but y/ns special.”

“Isn't she?” Pietro replies sarcastically. Wanda smacks his arm and pulls you away.

“Come pick the movie y/n.”

The drinks start to flow, the super soldiers on the extra hard liquor and everyone settles onto the sofas. The movie is lost in the background when Thor starts telling stories of battles and bilge snipes. You've pulled the blanket over you, a pathetic shield, avoiding Pietro's eyes. He sits away from you all, a frown creasing his features.

Steve smiles down at you, his face getting more flushed, more relaxed as the alcohol does its job. That genuine, affectionate smile that kept you going. Reminding you that someone had faith in you. What would he think of you if he knew? You feared the disappointment in his eyes the most.

You're filled with dread, turning your empty glass over in your hands. Not noticing the movie finish. There's only quiet a moment though. Tony streams music through the speakers before grabbing an empty bottle, holding it out with a grin. All of them groan, making you laugh.

“Spin the bottle? Are you in high school?”

"Who let Thor bring the beers again?”

"Come on, it will be fun!"

It's not long before they give in. Chairs are moved over and everyone sits around in a circle. Spinning a bottle to decide who would ask who, Tony spins first. The bottle lands on Steve and of course, Tony dares Steve to kiss Bucky.

Bucky rushes over to Steve, hugging him while Steve bats him away, “Come on, it's not the first time, pal!"

“We said we'd never talk about that!” Steve only half protests and you're all in hysterics. Bucky spins again and you watch them fondly. Their voices become louder, your head fuzzy from the alcohol. Numbing that oppressive feeling, your thoughts getting further away

Nat spins and it lands on you. She grins a mischievous grin when you ask for a dare. Taking all of three seconds to think, she dares you to kiss Steve. 

 "Oh, come on, again?" You're both so embarrassed you just lean over and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. His skin flushes hot when you do and everyone laughs at the mighty captain blushing. 

“She made the old guy blush!”

All of you except Pietro. The way he's watching you, eyes roaming over you. You can almost hear his thoughts; Yeah, you look at me, I can get anyone I want. You were just a mistake, a blip or blimp. Yeah, I'm hilarious... You do your best to ignore him. Taking another drink. Determined not to let him ruin your night even more.

Steve holds his hands up, “It's the drink!-”

Sam grabs Bucky, playfully, “Kiss me on the cheek, darlin’? “

“Of course, babydoll, come here!”  

“Please spin the damn bottle!” Steve whispers watching you purposely taking your time, grinning back at him.

It gets around to Pietro again and he spins overly fast, showing off. You scoff until the moment it stops in front of your feet. Then your heart leaps in your throat. He was really feeling the Asgardian alcohol now.

"Truth or dare y/n." Pietro slurred, lingering on your name. That happy, fuzzy sensation that had been building all night fades, dreading what he had planned for you.

"Truth." You whisper and Pietro pretends to think it over, Tony moaning for him to hurry up.

"Y/n, have you ever slept with anyone in this room? And were they the best you've ever had?”

Even you’re not quite prepared for that. He sing songs the last part, mocking your voice and you feel sick. How had he heard that? 

You'd only ever told Wanda, though not in those exact words. You'd only confided in her, he must have been listening in? She'd never tell him, not something like that.

There are gasps all around and you can sense the curiosity burning in their eyes, all staring at you. He's pleased with their reaction, leaning forward on his arms, too smug. 

"Remember you can't lie, domnita." 

Please stop.

"I…." 

"Come on, answer," he pushes, knowing Steve's eyes are on you the most, "tell them, y/n, how innocent you really are?"

"Pietro, please." You whisper, voice full of anger and embarrassment. He ignores you, clearly enjoying seeing you squirm.

Clint chucks the bottle at Pietro, who dodges it easily, "You don't have to answer y/n-" 

"It's the game isn't it?" Pietro insists The air in the room shifts, it's not fun anymore, he's ruined it for all of them and he's enjoying it.

"You're not playing the game though are you pal?" Bucky spoke up, 

Tony leaned forward, "Actually, I'm kind of interested now."

You're wrapping your arms around yourself like that would protect you. Hating him for making you do this.

"Yes, and no, definitely not the best. Probably the fucking worst." You glare up at him as you speak and hurt flashes over his eyes before he takes a swig of his bottle.

“Well, that girl did say right?” Sam jokes and there's a few splutters.

“Ooh, yeah, I remember her, she was nice.”

"Nice?"

"Oh man," Clint snorts, "that went south fast."

“That's what she said!”

They laugh but you can't take your eyes off Pietro, his jaw set not listening to them.

Please don't. Your eyes beg him to stop, his stare ripping right through you.

"Right, let's move on shall we-"

"So he didn't make you come, what was it? Six times?"

Bucky and Tony look as mortified for you as you felt. Why would he do this? Why did he want to destroy you? You daren't look at Steve, at any of them, shaking with anger, with shame.

“What the fuck Pietro?” 

"Maybe I was faking it and he didn't notice?" You snap back at him, desperate for him to be done with you.

"Maybe you weren't the only one faking it, domnita," Pietro growled, throwing his bottle to the floor, the smash of glass making you flinch, “maybe he was bored and settled for you?"

Just stop

“Pietro, enough." Wanda tried grabbing his arm, but he shrugs her off, not finished with you. 

“Listen to your sister, asshole, go sober up.” Bucky tries to move him away too, only Pietro's too fast. Even in this state. He's in front of you in a second, watching, waiting for you to break.

“I mean, look at you-” he spits, venom in every word, “you think anyone would-”

Shut the fuck up

"Yeah, I know, you wanted to fuck the fat girl, see what its like? I should be grateful you wasted your time on someone like me! Is that what you want to hear?" You scream at him and he steps away, his resolve flickering a moment. As if he's only now seeing how upset you are, tears streaming down your face.

“You stupid son of a bitch." Steve grabs Pietro, yanking him away from you, moving to punch him , but Clint holds him back.

“He’s not worth it man.”

Was this what he wanted? Did he want to cause this much chaos? For what? You walk over to him, force yourself to look him in the eyes and lean closer to whisper, "I trusted you. You're a fucking asshole Pietro."

He breathes into your neck, stale alcohol on his breath, fingers digging, squeezing into the flesh of your waist and your stomach turns, “Steve won't want you now will he?” 

That's it for you, something breaks inside you and shove him off you, him stumbling back with the force of it.

“I hate you.” 

You can't take it anymore, can't hold back your anger anymore. Don't want to. You snap and fire at him, exploding a hole in the wall behind him, dust and bits of brick flying everywhere. He ducks down in shock, looking between you and what would have been his head. A light breeze brushes your face, the noise and lights of the city getting louder in the silence of the room.

Anger leaves you then crashing down. Only leaving regret at the shock and fear in all their eyes and it dawns on you what you've done.

Wanda approaches you but can't take the hurt in her eyes and you back away from her.

"You win Pietro." You hiss as you storm past him, that dark part of you loving a hint of fear mixed with hurt on his face.

After all the training, all the work you’d done to get here, you’d fucked it all up. You almost killed him, you wanted to hurt him so badly, make him feel what you did. You just wanted to make him stop.  Pietro had pushed you to it for months, but you’d never forgive yourself if you'd actually hurt him. 

Steve soon catches up with you, angry sobs still wracking your body, dust in your hair. A fucking mess. God you must look pathetic.

He gently guides you to his room, unsteady on his feet, but he sits you both on his bed and wrapping you in a blanket.

“What the hell was that? You slept with him?! Do I need to go and kick his ass?...because I will!”

You clutch the blanket, hiding yourself from him, shame building in your heart. He's clumsily handing you tissues, wiping dust from your hair. You find yourself smiling at his care for you. Yet there's a change in his eyes, they're full of anger and so much disappointment.

"I should go, god, Steve. You're the only person that had any faith in me and I fucked that up too." You start to get up, him holding your arm, pulling you back down. 

"Hey, come on, I'd never judge you-” he nudges you, a little calmer now,  “you know that, right?"  

How can he not judge you? Makeup smudged, covered in dust, an ugly subbing mess. How did he always have any care for you?

“But you should Steve. Look at the state of me! Judge me for being so fucking stupid.” 

He's quiet a moment, working over what to say, “Do you think you deserved that? In some twisted way?”

"I do deserve it.” You always do, every time. It's all that someone like you deserves.

“Fuck it...you listen to me…” Steve holds your face in both hands, not rough only trying to make you listen, "you're beautiful y/n you always have been, If he can't see that he's a damn fool."

You're overwhelmed at his frustration that you can't see what he sees. The sincerity in his eyes, the way he's looking over your face, you could almost believe him.

“You're drunk Steve.” You say sadly and take hold of his hands, pulling them from your face gently.

“But I ain't lyin’.” He flashes you a cute, shy smile and your'e overcome with sadness. You want to say you don't want someone broken like me, you deserve better. You deserve everything.

"He’s driving me crazy."

"Yeah, that's kinda clear from the ten-foot hole in the common room."

"At least I missed." 

"So you were aiming for him?"

He coughed, sitting up straight and attempting to be strict Steve. Not having the same effect with the alcohol in his system, "I know it's complicated, but you can't go round attacking other team members, I'll have to discipline you.”

"I'm off the team aren't I?" 

"Hell no, you're just grounded for the next mission." He grins and knocks your shoulder, getting you to smile.

"Would you say the same if you didn't feel so sorry for me?"

"You think I pity you? You got it wrong." He leans over you to get to his drawer, rummaging around for his sketchbook, ripping out a page and handing it to you when he finds it. 

Your vision's a little fuzzy and it takes you a moment to focus. To make out the beautifully detailed drawing of a woman, sitting by a window. Red and golds from the sunset casting a glow over her features. It takes you even longer to realise who she is…you peer up at Steve in disbelief.

"What's this?"

He shrugs, like it's nothing, "call it a graduation gift..." 

You skim over the drawing again, still not believing it's really you, that someone could see you like that.

"When did you do this?"

"I saw you there, the light just right and I had to draw you..."

“Steve, I…”

"Whenever you doubt yourself, look in the mirror and hate what you see, take this out and look at it..." he hugs you to him and your heart swells, "...know that someone saw that beauty in you, that you're worth something..." 

He kisses top of your head, resting his head there, ”Steve…thank you, no one's ever…”

And you realise it really was the first time that anyone had seen any beauty in you. In such an honest way. Wanting nothing back from you. Not to deceive, to bring it back on you later. He only wanted to make you hate yourself a little less. 

“Stop letting him mess with your head…" 

Steve sways a little and you hold onto him, concerned the alcohol was finally getting to him. Not sure if he's going to pass out or throw up, “Oh, are you okay? You need a bucket?”

 “Why is the room spinning? Urgh that's the last time I drink that shit….”

He falls back down to the bed making the bed jump with his weight, hands over his eyes, peeking up at you through his fingers.

“You swore…” 

“Get your ass down here…”

Pulls you down next to him, huffing at you when you keep your distance. Dragging you over onto his chest, encouraging that it's okay. He closes his eyes, his fingers thread through your hair absentmindedly, your hand on his chest, like it was natural.   You think back to all those times in the beginning. Those seeming impromptu breakfasts, all the acts of kindness, he'd been behind them all.

You lift your head to say something, breath caught and smiling when his soft snores fill the room, his lips slightly parted. Until a wave of nausea comes over you, the room spinning and you close your eyes. Focusing on his breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest settling you, lulling you to sleep.

It was you, all those times, it was always you.

The rooms still dark when you wake, a quickly scribbled note on the pillow next to yours instead of Steve. You yawn, stretching, you haven't slept so well in months. Then you remember you're still in last night's clothes, the events of the night before crashing into your mind.

You rise slowly, conscious of your aching head, squinting down at the note.

Hey sleeping beauty,  didn't have the heart to wake you. If you need space, the apartment next door is empty. Showers yours, take your time. 

The hot shower soothes your body and you shrug on the hoodie and shorts he'd left you. The key glints in the half light and you pause a moment before you grab the key and Steve’s drawing, heading over to your apartment. Your hand lingers on the handle when you hear Pietro and Wanda arguing in the kitchen. You're hit with deja vu from your first week. The last time you felt such dread entering what should have been your home.

“Fuck, what can I do? I've messed everything up.”

“That's what happens when you push someone. Eventually, they snap.”

“I didn’t mean for that…”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you….”

The door creaks and they both stop, looking over at you. So much for sneaking in. Just run straight to your room, just keep your head down.

"Y/n?" He'd obviously not slept, dark rings under his eyes that are filled with guilt. Though that soon turns when he notices you're wearing Steve's hoodie.

"Have fun with the captain?" 

And there he is.

“Oh my god, Pietro! You were just saying-”

Wow, did you actually think he'd apologise? Still, you were so stupid, always hanging on that chance, that slight hope. 

“Was great, actually, made me realise I need some space.”

You snap back and storm into your room, grabbing clothes and toiletries, your tablet and shoving them into a bag.

“Where are you going?” 

“Just the empty apartment next to Steve's.” 

"But this is your home." You stop then, hearing the anxiety in her voice, it was your home.

“Will you come back?” Wanda asked a tentative hand on your shoulder. You place a hand over hers, turning to face her.

“I don't know.”

Wanda glares back at Pietro, and he looks down at the floor. Was it actual remorse, you couldn't tell. For once, he doesn’t say anything, seeing Wanda upset.

"I'll text you later." You wrap Wanda in a hug and rush out, not looking back.

The key clicks in the lock and you're greeted by the large empty apartment. The first thing that hits you is the quiet. No Wanda cooking, no Pietro listening to music, rushing around and bickering with his sister. Everything's grey and bare, the same as your room the first day.

Even with all the bad times, your space with Wanda and Pietro had become home. You’ve barely taken a breath when Pietros behind you.

“You’re going to leave Wanda just like that?”

You lean back on the sofa, nails digging into the leather to steady yourself, keep yourself calm, “I’m not leaving Wanda, I’m leaving you.” 

“I’m sorry, domnita. I went too far…”

You always do.

“I’m sorry I nearly exploded your head, are we done?” 

When you glance up his eyes are desperate and anxious. His hands were shaking, tentative as he steps closer, taking hold of your arms. You wait for him to speak, hating the silence. He just rests his forehead to yours.

“I love you," he whispers, “I, I always have.”

Always? All those times he’d hurt you, he’d loved you? 

When you don't react, the fear in his eyes grows. This isn't how he'd thought this would go. He hoped those words would solve everything. Make you forgive everything.

"Why don't you say it back? I thought this was what you wanted?" 

It was, it should be, but it feels wrong, he feels wrong.

"How could you love me and treat me like that?” 

"I do, you must believe me."

Believe him? You believed he could hurt you, make you feel like nothing, the cruelty of last night still heavy on your heart.

 “You messed with my head so much…I just, I can’t trust you, Pietro.”

“What if you meet someone thinner, prettier? What if I put on weight again will you find me disgusting again? Will you look at me one day and hate me?”

“That won’t happen.”

So long you'd wanted to hear those words from him, now they're tainted. You couldn't bring yourself to believe him, not now. God, you loved him, craved every part of him, but you'd always be on edge, always be insecure.

“Tell me what to do-”. 

“I want this to stop,” the words rush out before you can stop them, shaking, “please.”

Realisation flits over his face. He couldn’t fix this. He'd gone too far, hurt you too much. He closed his eyes, placing the barest kiss on each eye, nudging your nose as he'd done so long ago to calm you.  

“Is that what you want?” His voice almost broken , forcing himself to say the words.

“Yes. You’re killing me Pietro.” 

Your own voice breaks with sadness and he takes in a breath. A devastated glint of tears and you brush them away. He leans into your hand as he opens his eyes. And god they're so filled with regret, so genuine you never thought you'd ever see it in him. He actually meant it this time.

Too late.

“I’m sorry…for all of it.” He lets you go, not looking back and you keep it together long enough to watch the door close softly behind him.

It's too late.

You sank into the sofa, tears falling and curling up, did you expect him to fight for you? In the end, you'd lost all your fight. You're still reeling from his confession - he loved you? Always had? Part of you wanted to run after him, kiss him, fall back into that cycle, how long would it be before he hurt you again?

Your broken reflection glimmers through your tears, mocking you and you bury your head in your hands. You'd wished for this so many times, but this was a love that would only hurt you. You'd never truly feel safe. He'd done too much damage. You'd always be doubting yourself, always waiting for him to revert back.

When you think you can't take any more, when your tears dry up. Something creeps underneath your breaking heart, a strange sort of relief. You can finally breathe.

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Out of the ring (6) Dedication

Boxer Au

pairings : Boxer!Bucky x reader slight Pietro x reader

Summary: After bucky's confession, you find it hard to trust him, not wanting him to break your heart again. the walls you build up around your heart slowly crumbling down as he try's to prove his love for you.

word count- 2.7k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of an ex, comfort, building trust, small alcohol mention. (not proof read..sorry!!)

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Turning your back on him , you walk back outside joining the others, your mind thinking back to the conversation with bucky. how maybe if he did explain he'd be here with you now, not some other girl.

"Draga" the comforting nickname broke through to your mind, the bright blue eyes you'd found your self becoming so familiar with staring at you. Moving towards his voice you settled beside him on the bench, overlooking the lake. A beer in his hand he offered it to you. "did you speak to him?" he questioned, you knew he was refereeing to bucky.

"we spoke. he's not changed, he says he has" you scoff. "he's literally here with some random girl!, how am i meant to trust his word." your eyes falling towards the bottle in your hand.

"maybe it's finally time to just move on from him draga, he doesn't deserve you" pietro spoke quieter, his hand rubbing the small of your back comfortingly.

your rest your head against Pietro's shoulder and let the soft evening breeze carry away your anger. The sky above the lake is turning rose and lavender, a softness in the air as everyone talking and laughter dials down to a low hum to your ears, as if they know you need this quiet moment.

Pietro slides his arm around further around you, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side. "You deserve someone who shows up." he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. Taking a slow sip of your drink, counting the bubbles that tickle your throat, grateful for the quiet comfort, stronger than any apology bucky's ever given.

You shift to look at him, they sky's colours reflected in his bright blue eyes. "Thank you." you whisper, it fells too small, but its all you've got, he smiles, that easy, knowing smile that makes your heart unclench. "always" he says, and you believe him.

"stay with me" he blurts out, eyes wild. You freeze, staring up at him, mouth agape a small gasp leaving your mouth. " i...i can't," you spoke.

Pietro's brow furrows. "Why not?"

You swallow, eyes cast over the water. "i need time...time to figure things out." you words taste bitter, even to you.

he nods slowly, a soft sadness in his gaze, "i'll wait. If you'll let me" he says, every syllable a promise you almost wish to keep.

You meet his eyes, full of warmth and hope you don't feel ready to accept. "i'm sorry," you whisper. Pietro exhales, his hand dropping from your waist brushing a stray lock of hair from your face "it's always going to be him, isn't it?" he asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

You press you lips together, the weight of his question pressing down on your chest. Your throat tightness and you can't meet his gaze. You'd give anything to take back the turmoil in his clear blue eyes, but the truth lodges in your ribs before you can swallow it back.

He waits, Unflinching, his shoulders squared, arms hanging loose at his sides, as if bracing himself for your answer. You look up, your voice is barely more than a breath. "i...i don't know what i feel right now." you admit. "i just know i need to figure it without dragging you into it"

Pietro's face softens. He gives a slow nod.

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He's been on edge since your conversation in the kitchen, every spare thought circling back to you, sitting beside lola staring off towards the doc, as she speak at him, her words going straight through him.

Your shoulders are hunched, cradling a drink like its the only lifeline youve got, pietro beside you leaning close, hand grazing your waist. of course. Bucky knew he would be, every chance he gets, pietro was always their proving him self to you. Bucky's gut twists. he wants to charge forward, grab your arm and pull you to him.

He watches as pietros hand drops from your waist, his head turning towards the floor. Bucky hates how his chest constricts when you look away from pietro a single "im sorry" falling from you lips. More words that bucky couldn't make out before pietro lets out a single nod before standing and leaving you alone on the doc watching the water.

You arms wrapping around yourself, as if to hold the pieces together. His boots echo on the floor as he approaches, each step an apology he hasn't yet found the words for.

He stops beside you, crouching down "mind if it sit?" His voice is soft, half hopeful. You glace up, surprise flickering in your eyes, then you slide over. Bucky settles beside you.

Shifting slightly beside you, uncomfortable almost, shoulders tense but determined. "you asked me to prove that i've changed. Ask me anything."

A sigh fell out of your lips "okay...remember that night in college when i told you i loved you and you shut me out and fucked half the campus the next week." bucky closed his eyes, the memory of you sad eyes flashing back to him when he turned you down. "i remember, of course i remember, i shut the door on you because i was scared. Chasing everyone but the one who mattered, that night...it was so real, i was afraid. A complete coward. A fuck boy hiding behind a reputation."

You silently listened to him, giving him time to say more. "i was a mess, back then i thought love was weakness. i was wrong" you fold your arms "so...lola? what is she to you bucky."

He sighed "she's just here so i didn't have to show up alone, in hindsight i realise me coming her alone wouldn't of been bad thing" dragging his calloused hand across his face "i dont want a 'maybe' anymore y/n."

You blink, something fragile flickering in your gaze. "i dont know how to feel about that james."

He flinches, like your voice is a blade finding old wounds. "i know. i told myself it was better to keep you at a distance than risk ruining you with who i was."

A bitter laugh spills from your lips. "And now?"

"Now?" he says, shifting to face you, eyes searching yours like he's trying to memorize every second. "Now i'd rather risk everything than never get to try. I don't care if we're messy, or if you made me work for it. Just...let me be honest this time."

The night hums around you, distant music and laughter from around the campfire. You look down at his hand, resting between yours and his thigh, like an open question.

"You don't get to erase what happened," you whisper

"I'm not trying to, i just want to write something new with you."

You hesitate, breath caught somewhere between pain and hope. Then slowly, carefully, you reach for this hand.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the night continued, you mingled with Sarah updating her on everything, she gave you that look, half 'finally' and half 'be careful' , meanwhile bucky called a uber for Lola, gently explaining to her his mistake and how he tried to bury his feelings for you but could no longer ignore them. With a small nod and an even smaller smile "go get her Barnes." she said, climbing into the uber without another word.

By the time he returned inside, he found you by the fire, Sarah now off refilling drinks. You looked at him, really looked, and something shifted. The pain wasn't gone, but it was no longer at the forefront. There was room now, Room for a maybe.

He took a step closer. "i meant what i said. All of it."

You let the quiet hand there for a beat, then said softly, "then prove it, not just tonight, james,1everyday."

He nodded, no hesitation "Starting now." And for the first time in a long time, it felt like a beginning, that maybe he really had changed, or was willing to.

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Going home that night, finding a deep comfort in the softness of your bed, the coolness of the sheets wrapping you tight, a faint smell of bucky still lingering on your pillows, you drifted to sleep, lips curled slightly, hopeful.

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Bucky doesn't prove his love with grand declarations or dramatic gestures, he does it with consistency, patience and the kind of tenderness that doesn't ask to be noticed but its felt all the same.

He shows up, every time you need him, he's there. Late night phone calls where neither of you can drift to sleep, his deep voice making your eyes feel heavy, staying on call with you until he's sure you're asleep.

Your finger hovers over his contact, pressing it before you have a change to turn you phone off. It rings out once then he picks up "Hey sweetheart" a gruff voice crackles over the phone.

There's a pause, just long enough to feel the weight of it. Then "Did i wake you?" You question. "No doll, i couldn't sleep."

"Me neither" you say, voice quiet with the need to sleep. "Been thinking about you" he says, voice low and warm, like he's only a breath away.

You heart stutters. It had been a week since sam's get together, you wanted to take things slow with bucky, the only time you've spoken to him was over the phone. Unsure if you wanted to admit it but you missed his too.

The conversation dips into the easy rhythm, the kind that only happens when its late enough to be real. He tells you about this song he couldn't get out of his head, how he's felling about an upcoming fight."

You laughed, you teased, you listened. Before quietly drifting of to sleep to his voice.

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Over time you began going out with him, slowly but surely trusting him more and more. However old wounds came to the surface.

Walking across your favourite nature park, you feel his grip on your hand tighten, the moment she appears. Dot. Of course. Stunning, of course, with a smirk that said she remembered everything.

She saunters over like she never stopped being relevant "Bucky," she says false surprise painting her features , with a slow, knowing smile. "Wow...small world." You hate the way her eyes land on you

The air suddenly too tight around your lungs. Dot's smile widened, sharpening with a memory you couldn't share, one you never wanted to.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let her gaze roam deliberately over you, then back at bucky. "Company?" her tone danced between innocent surprise and calculated edge. "Interesting choice."

Bucky's hand slid to yours, fingers curling protectively. You felt the warmth of him, like he was trying to tether you before the past could pull you apart. He cleared his throat "Y/n's my partner" he said, voice steady but quiet.

Dot laughed, a soft, mocking sound. "Partner," she repeated. "Funny word, we were partners once, too." She angled her head, as if waiting for confession. Your stomach churned, was this a reunion or a showdown?

You tightened your grip on Bucky's hand, heart pounding. Every instinct screaming to bolt, to hide in his safety, but something in you flared instead. You stepped forward, meeting dots stare. "That was then," you said, voice trembling but firm. "This is now."

"Bucky doesn't play house darling, he'll get bored of you." she grits out. Bucky stiffens, but keeps his voice even. "Dot, were not playing house. i'm serious about y/n."

She sneers, cutting him off. “Right. You’re serious about her. Funny, I don’t remember you ever sticking around long enough to be serious about anyone.” She steps closer, gaze flicking to you, lips curled. Wincing at her sharp words.

Seeing her movement bucky's hand tightens on yours, protectively, fierce, he squares his shoulder stepping Infront of you slightly. "That's enough. Back off."

Deciding he was done listening to her, he turned around guiding you with him, ensuring you were just in front of him, you shoulders close together.

Caught up in you mind, of seeing bucky and dot together back in college, swarmed your mind, placing seeds of doubt. Until his warm hand wraps around your waist. "Lets do doll, i've got you"

Walking further down the path, closer to you apartment., just you, him and the hush of the late afternoon light, You're tense, anger and hurt warring for space in your chest. Bucky stops, turning to you, gently tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers, voice steady but thick with regret. Pulling you tight to his chest, his metal arm fells cool against your back calming your nerves, you bury your face in his shoulder, and he strokes your hair, one hand threading through the strands at the nape of your neck. "She shouldn't have spoken to you like that, the things she said mean nothing, she was just trying to get to you" he mutters into your hair, pressing soft kisses after words.

Taking you hand and leading you towards the steps of out apartment, giving you time to pull out your keys, letting your self in. He stills near the door, not wanting to intrude, unsure if you would want him to come inside or not, not wanting to rush you. "I'll see you soon?" he speak quietly.

you grab his hand pulling him inside "Stay with me." you speak quietly needing him with you tonight, longing to fall asleep in his welcoming arms. "yeah?" he speaks quietly making sure this is what you want. With a nod from you, you lead him into your apartment. " if you want me here, then i'm not going anywhere." he comforts you, following you inside.

Pulling you tight against his chest, clad in your pyjamas against his bare chest, the warmth radiating of him compelling you to sleep, wrapping an arm around your waist, his metal arm resting lightly on your hips as if anchoring you. "Sleep if you can sweetheart, i'll be right here."

You drift off to the feeling of his heartbeat and the soft promise of his words. Moments before sleep pulls you under, you feel his hand begin to trace lazy patterns down your arm. He murmurs "Thank you for letting me stay." before quietly drifting of to sleep himself.

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It happens over the course of a few weeks. Small moments stacking up into you realize your not just falling in love with him again, you're learning to trust him.

Day by day, he kept his word. When he said he'd call at noon, he called. If he promised to skip sparing with Steve so they could cook together, he cancelled every plan without hesitation. He traded his reputation for vulnerability, working on his communication, and letting down the walls he'd built so carefully over the years. There were moments where old habits tried to claw their way back in, him closing him self off after loosing a fight not wanting to have to speak about how he was feeling, but he caught himself, apologizing faster, listening more, speaking more.

As weeks together merged to months, their rituals had taken root, Saturday mornings were for coffee on your tiny balcony. He'd text you midday from wherever he was, not because he had to prove anything but because he genuinely missed you. And when he came over, you both spent hours wrapped up together reviewing your days or speaking about meaningless topics for hours on end until you both drifted off.

One night you found your self both listening to music, bucky was reading beside you one arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you to his side. You let out a soft hum, taking a sip of your coffee bucky had carefully made for you. Placing his book down he turns to you taking in the sight of your face "so beautiful" he mumbles a soft smile on his face.

You feel your heart swell. "i love you" you blurt out, eyes going wide. the beating of your heart speeding up as he stares at you, a moment of silence, you start to doubt your self, maybe it was too soon.

His larger hands move up to your face cupping you cheeks as he pulls you into a desperate and deep kiss. Puling back he slowly speaks out " i love you doll." his thumb caressing your cheek, as a smile blooms across his face.

A grin spreads across your cheeks, launching yourself back into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck pulling him into a kiss, full of passion and want. Laugher falling out of both your throats. "i love you so much sweetheart, and ill spend forever proving it to you."

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Feud

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1k

Summary: Wanda betrays you.

A/N: Some domestic fluff

Warnings: Fluff

“I thought you loved me, Wanda.”

You’re scowling at your wife because this is honestly something you don’t think you’ll be able to get over easily. She’s never done something like this before, and you don’t know why she’s decided to betray you in quite possibly the worst way imaginable. You tighten your hold around the prickly piece in your hand as you throw a hard stare in your wife’s direction.

Wanda just smirks at you before her gaze follows yours with a satisfied hum.

“I like to win, detka. You know this.”

You tap the red checker on the table and consider chucking it across the room in a fit of rage, but you hold off. You’re a very sore loser, but you don’t need to prove that point tonight. Wanda is very aware of it.

“I’ll get you for this.”

Wanda just smiles smugly as she watches you move your piece to the top of the board to the only available place for you to play in order to keep her from winning. You stare at the three black pieces that you’re about to block, and then the other three right beside it that Wanda will be able to win with right after your next move. To be fair, you’d been talking about your day and not super attentive to the game in the beginning. You weren’t as good of a strategist as your wife anyway, and right from the start she’d planned out her moves to try and win this first game.

Sometimes when the two of you were stressed and too tired to go out or make dinner, you sat down and played a game together. First it started with cards when you taught Wanda how to play a few games you’d learned when you were a kid. Those were fun, but as these nights became more frequent, Wanda suggested branching out a little. The next day you had off from work, you took your wife, disguise and all, to a store to buy a few board games. Little did you know, you were encouraging your overly competitive nature by choosing your favorite games that you claimed to be ‘amazing’ at.

Much to your disappointment, Connect 4 had been one of the games you’d thought you were unbeatable at. You barely took comfort in the fact that Wanda was only bad a Mario kart as she beats you at this game for the third time in a row. You sigh as you finally drop your red piece through the slots to stack on top of Wanda’s three black checkers. You’ve lost again and you just lie back and sigh dramatically as you wait for Wanda to make the last move. You turn to your side to see where Boone’s lying on the couch, and you smile as you reach out to scratch his head.

“This is what I get, huh bud? I should have known that marrying a genius would mean losing all of the time.”

You miss Wanda roll her eyes as she quickly ends the game before moving around the coffee table between the two of you. You don’t notice her come sit beside you until Boone looks up from licking your hand. You turn toward your wife when she speaks up, and you can’t help but smile evilly.

“You’re so dramatic, detka.”

You strike before Wanda gets a chance to reach out for you, and she jumps in surprise before screaming as you grab her sides. She’s squirming and trying to escape as you tickle her mercilessly as payback. You’d found out that Wanda was ticklish during your first sleepover. You’d had a sitcom marathon one night when her work hadn’t finished until after 1 in the morning. You’d insisted that Wanda spend the night at your apartment. She’d slept better with you than she had in years, but when she woke up to you squeezing her waist she’d almost immediately started laughing. It was a secret that you kept for the most part. Pietro knew, so the entire family knew Wanda was ticklish, but you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else for fear of retaliation. You were also painfully ticklish and Wanda’s revenge to you outing her would be horrendous.

“N-no stop! Y/n!”

Boone just watches as you continue to assault Wanda’s sides until she’s flushed and breathless. You give your wife a break, and you just hold onto her so she can catch her breath. You smile at her before raising your eyebrow in question. The game has been forgotten for now because you’re focused on Wanda’s very true statement that you’re still going to argue against.

���Me, dramatic? That’s ridiculous. I am so reasonable.”

Wanda’s still panting but she opens up her mouth to argue when she feels your fingers flex where they rest on her sides. She decides not to try her luck because if you keep tickling her, she’s probably going to end up screaming loudly enough for Steve and Bucky to hear her down the street. Wanda just sighs before she puts her hands on yours and pulls them into her lap with a smile. You meet her lips with a hum before you’re pulling Wanda further so she’s practically in your lap.

“Fine, I guess you can be reasonable, Y/n.”

You smile victoriously at this before you release Wanda’s hands so you can hold her close. She goes to stop you thinking you’re going to start tickling her again, but you shake your head before kissing her cheek. You look behind Wanda, ignoring the game as your set your sights on the television.

“Thank you. Now let’s forget the game, love. Want to watch something?”

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Sparks and Smoke: Wanda, Y/N, and the Unanticipated Connection

stoner Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Abstract:Y/N, the seemingly perfect sister of Natasha Romanoff, finds her world shifting when the sassy and enigmatic Wanda Maximoff joins the Avengers. As they train together and forge a unique bond, Y/N's facade of perfection begins to crack. When their relationship takes an unexpected turn, Y/N must navigate the complexities of sisterly support and newfound love, all while discovering the beauty of embracing her true self.

TW: weed, smut,fluff

Y/N Y/L/N had always been Natasha Romanoff's shadow, the embodiment of the perfect little sister who never dared to step out of line. She admired Natasha's strength and determination, and she yearned to be just as impressive. For years, she'd followed Natasha's lead, absorbing every lesson and advice with an eagerness to please.

But when the enigmatic Maximoff twins, Pietro and Wanda, joined the Avengers, everything changed. Y/N's focus shifted from trying to emulate Natasha to the sassy and intriguing Wanda Maximoff. Their shared training sessions turned into opportunities for banter and laughter, with Wanda constantly poking fun at Y/N's impeccable behavior.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda pulled out a joint, the pungent scent of weed filling the air. She grinned at Y/N mischievously. "Come on, Y/N. Ever tried something a bit wild?"

Y/N hesitated, her eyes flickering between the joint and Wanda. She felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. "I, uh, I've never..."

Wanda chuckled. "Don't worry, it's legal here in New York. A little harmless fun won't hurt."

Emboldened by the thought of proving herself, Y/N took the joint from Wanda's hand. With an awkward smile, she took a small drag, coughing as the smoke tickled her throat. Soon enough, giggles escaped her lips as the effects of the weed took hold.

Wanda laughed at Y/N's reaction. "See? Not so uptight after all, huh?"

The two stumbled into the Avengers' kitchen, raiding the cabinets for snacks with a newfound sense of camaraderie. But their lighthearted moment was short-lived when Natasha walked in, raising an eyebrow at the scene.

Wanda waved casually. "Hey, Nat. Just getting some munchies."

Natasha's gaze narrowed as she surveyed the situation. She shot a pointed look at Y/N. "Y/N, mind explaining this?"

Y/N's giggles were uncontainable, making it difficult for her to form coherent sentences. She turned to Natasha with a dopey grin. "Wanda offered... and I thought... I should... try..."

Natasha's lips twitched, a mix of amusement and disbelief evident on her face. She stepped closer to Y/N, cupping her cheeks gently. "Oh, Y/N. You really have gotten yourself into a mess, haven't you?"

Y/N's eyes widened as her senses cleared a bit. She glanced between Natasha and Wanda, her cheeks flushing. "I... uh..."

Natasha's gaze turned serious as she turned her attention to Wanda. "You know you're being a bad influence, right?"

Wanda rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on, Natasha. We're just having some fun."

Natasha sighed, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Fine. But don't let this rub off on Y/N too much."

As Natasha led Y/N away, Y/N couldn't help but glance back at Wanda, a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty bubbling within her.

In Natasha's room, Y/N's giggles hadn't stopped, and her thoughts were consumed by Wanda's beauty and badassery. Natasha looked at Y/N, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Having fun, Y/N?"

Y/N burst into more giggles, her cheeks flushed. "Nat, you don't even know. Wanda's so pretty and so cool, like, I can't even..."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Is there something you're not telling me, Y/N?"

Y/N's giggles turned into a fit of laughter. She shook her head, trying to compose herself. "No, no, it's not like that. I mean, I admire her, she's just... really awesome."

Natasha leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. "Uh-huh. Are you sure you don't have a little crush on her?"

Y/N's eyes widened, and she erupted into another bout of giggles. She tried to sound serious between laughs. "Nat, come on, I don't have a crush on her. I mean, she's amazing, but..."

Natasha chuckled, her laughter echoing in the room. "You're terrible at being subtle, you know that?"

Y/N's laughter finally subsided, and she gave in, her face turning redder. "Okay, fine, maybe a little crush. But don't tell anyone!"

Natasha laughed, her teasing tone gentle. "Don't worry, Y/N. Your secret's safe with me."

As Natasha's laughter mingled with Y/N's, a deeper bond formed between the sisters, one that was strengthened by shared moments, laughter, and a hint of harmless teasing. It was a day Y/N would never forget, where she let loose and allowed herself to explore new connections, even if it meant giggling about crushes with her sister.

The next morning, Y/N woke up early, ready for another intense training session. Natasha was already in the training area, and they worked together for hours, pushing each other to their limits. They finished with a grueling 10-kilometer run, their breaths heavy as they entered the gym.

As they walked in, they spotted Wanda, who seemed to have just arrived. She was in the middle of stretching, her eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Y/N. Natasha couldn't help but notice the not-so-friendly look Wanda gave Y/N, almost as if she was checking her out.

Taking a sip of water, Natasha shot a knowing glance between Y/N and Wanda. Y/N, seemingly unaware of Wanda's scrutiny, smiled and approached her. "Hey, Wanda! Ready for another round of training?"

Wanda blinked, a bit taken aback. "Wait, didn't you just train from 5 AM to 8 AM?"

Y/N and Natasha exchanged a glance before chuckling. "Yeah, we did. But it's no big deal for us," Y/N said casually.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Seriously? How do you have the energy for that?"

Y/N's playful side got the better of her as she grinned at Wanda, leaning in slightly. "You could say I'm just insatiable."

Wanda's eyes widened, and a flush spread across her cheeks as she looked at Natasha. Natasha burst into laughter, unable to contain herself, and walked away to the other part of the gym, leaving Y/N and Wanda standing there.

Embarrassed, Wanda cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "Right, well... I guess I have a lot to learn from you guys."

Y/N, now realizing what she had said, felt a warmth creeping up her own cheeks. She tried to backtrack, her tone more flustered than she intended. "Oh, uh, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant... you know... in terms of training."

Wanda's smirk was both teasing and amused. "Sure, sure, Y/N. We'll just leave it at that."

As Natasha watched from a distance, she couldn't help but enjoy the interaction between Y/N and Wanda. It was clear that there was some chemistry, even if it had started with an accidental flirtatious comment. She knew Y/N well, and she could see that her sister was growing more comfortable in her own skin, even if it sometimes led to amusingly awkward moments.

And as Y/N and Wanda continued their training, bantering and laughing, Natasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection for her little sister. She knew that Y/N was slowly coming into her own, forging her own connections and friendships, and discovering that she didn't always have to be the perfect golden sister. It was a step towards independence, and Natasha was there to watch and support every awkward, endearing moment.

After the training and banter-filled morning, Y/N returned to her room, deciding to take a refreshing shower to unwind. Wrapped in a towel and with damp hair, she stepped out of the bathroom, only to freeze in her tracks as her gaze landed on Wanda, who was sitting on her bed. The towel slipped slightly, and Y/N squeaked, immediately clutching the towel to her chest in embarrassment.

Wanda's eyes widened as she turned towards Y/N. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to invade your space like this!"

Y/N's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as she hurriedly wrapped the towel around herself, her heart racing. "No, no, it's okay! I should have knocked or something."

Wanda looked away, her own cheeks flushing. "Yeah, I should have waited outside or something."

Y/N quickly grabbed some clothes, turning her back to Wanda to change. Once dressed, she nervously approached the bed and took a seat beside Wanda. "So, uh, what brings you to my room?"

Wanda grinned mischievously and pulled out a blunt, waving it casually. Y/N's eyes widened in both surprise and curiosity. She gave a nervous smile, knowing that this time Natasha wouldn't be there to keep her from getting carried away.

Wanda noticed Y/N's hesitance and shrugged. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Y/N shook her head, summoning her courage. "No, I want to. It's just... I've never really done this before."

They lit up the blunt, taking slow drags as the room filled with a fragrant haze. In the midst of the smoking, Wanda glanced at Y/N and patted her lap. "Hey, ever done a shotgun before?"

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Shotgun? What's that?"

Wanda smirked playfully. "I'll show you. Come sit on my lap."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, but curiosity got the better of her. She cautiously moved to sit on Wanda's lap, looking a little bewildered. "Okay, now what?"

Wanda took another drag from the blunt, then held it close to Y/N's lips. "Now, when I blow the smoke out, you'll inhale. It's called a shotgun."

As Wanda exhaled, Y/N instinctively inhaled the smoke. When they pulled back, Y/N was left in a dazed state, her thoughts scattered and her heart racing. She stammered, "W-What was that?"

Wanda chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just a shotgun. You okay, Y/N?"

Y/N's cheeks were tinted pink as she fumbled for words. "I-I... yeah, I think so. That was... unexpected."

Wanda's smirk grew more pronounced, and she teasingly tugged at the hem of Y/N's shirt. "Well, it's a new experience, right?"

Y/N's attempts at being coherent failed as she babbled, her words tripping over each other. "Uh, yeah, totally. Unexpected, but... um, yeah."

Wanda's laughter was soft and genuine as she gently patted Y/N's shoulder. "Relax, Y/N. It's all in good fun. If you're ever uncomfortable, just let me know."

As the effects of the smoke settled in, Y/N found herself leaning into Wanda's warmth, feeling a newfound connection that went beyond training and awkward encounters. In that moment, she was reminded that life was meant to be explored, even if it led to giggles, flustered moments, and unexpected experiences.

With the room bathed in a hazy glow, Y/N mustered the courage to engage in more conversation. "So, Wanda, what made you drop by my room today?"

Wanda leaned back, taking a contemplative drag from the blunt before exhaling slowly. "Honestly, I wanted to spend some time away from all the chaos. Being an Avenger can get overwhelming."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I get that. It's nice to have a space where you can just unwind and be yourself."

Wanda's gaze softened, and she looked at Y/N with a hint of gratitude. "You know, you're not what I expected at first. I thought you'd be all serious and uptight, just like your sister."

Y/N chuckled, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Well, believe it or not, I have my moments of rebellion."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Is that so?"

Y/N's smile turned into a mischievous grin. "Let's just say, there's more to me than meets the eye."

Wanda's lips curled into a teasing smile. "Oh, really? So, you're not always the perfect little sister?"

Y/N winked, her demeanor growing more confident. "Let's just say, there's a side of me that likes to break the rules now and then."

Wanda leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a flirtatious edge. "I have to say, Y/N, the rebellious side suits you."

Y/N's heart fluttered at Wanda's comment, and she playfully nudged Wanda's shoulder. "Oh, really? You're not just saying that?"

Wanda's gaze locked with Y/N's, a hint of intensity in her eyes. "No, I'm definitely not just saying that."

The air between them grew charged, the room filled with the lingering smoke and an undeniable tension. Y/N found herself drawn to Wanda's confidence and the way she seemed to see through her perfect facade. It was a side of herself she rarely showed, and Wanda's presence was bringing it to the surface, making her feel more alive than ever before.

Wanda puts out the blunt and lets the ashtray down on the ground , then she takes Y/N by surprise cupping her cheeks and kissing her. The more their lips moved in perfect rhythm the more heated it got.

Wanda got on top of Y/N and helped her pull off her shirt."Is that okay?"She asks and Y/N nodded quickly.

"I trust you Wands"Y/N said and Wanda smiled genuinely .

She leans down and connects their lips.She bites Y/N's lip, causing the younger girl to gasp which she uses as a chance to slip her tongue into her mouth.Their tongues fight for dominance and Y/N quickly let her win knowing she had no chance against her.Her hands move down and she unclasped her bra then pulled it off.

She trails her kisses down my jaw to her neck once again softly sucking on her sweet spot putting enough pressure to make it pleasurable and leave plenty of marks decorating Y/N's neck.

She moves down to the younger girls chest and leaves gentle kisses then her tongue swirls around Y/N's nipple and a moan erupts out of Y/N's mouth, closing her eyes in pleasure.Her hand massages her other boob and the moans get louder.

"Wands please.."Y/N mumbles and Wanda bites her nipple gently to which a mixture of a yelp and a moan sounds in the room.

"Patience darling.I want to make your first time perfect."She says and Y/N nods.She makes her way to give the other boob the same treatment only difference being that this time she left a hickey higher up on Y/N's boob."Is that okay?"She asks and Y/N nodded.

"I like it." Y/N says and she smirks nodding.She moves her kisses down the girls toned stomach now and she leaves a hickey right where the waistband of the jeans was.

Her hands move to the zipper and she unzips it and the girl under raises her hips helping her pull the pants and panties down.She kisses her inner thigh and then leaves a hickey there too.

"Wands please.. I can't anymore..",comes out of the girls mouth as a pant and the older one finally gives in.

She lets her tongue circle around her clit and Y/N moans loudly reaching down and holding onto the sheets.One of Wanda's hands moves up to hold one of Y/N's who holds on tightly, moaning and enjoying the new sensation she was experiencing.Wanda teases her entrance with her finger and Y/N bites her lip.

"Tell me if I do something you're not comfortable with."She says and Y/N nods. Wanda's tongue connects back to her clit and she gasps as Wanda's finger moves inside. She gently moves it letting the younger girl get used to the new sensation.

"Faster please"Y/N exclaims and Wanda speeds up curling her finger hitting her g spot making pants and moans of her name slip past Y/N's lips.

"I..Im going to-"Y/N's sentence gets interrupted as pleasure takes over her and Wanda's name is moaned out as she shakes her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Wanda let's her ride out the orgasm and when she opens her eyes she sees Wanda now above her, she pulls her in kissing her. Wanda kisses back and Y/N moans as she tastes herself on her lips. Y/N tries to pull the red heads shirt off but Wanda holds her hand."What?"Y/N asks and Wanda shakes her head.

"It's about you tonight there is time for that."Wanda says and Y/N's lips form a frown.

"But you need t-"Wanda pecks her lips cutting her off.

"You will pay me back don't worry about that."Wanda says and Y/N plays with her hair.

"Are you sure?"She asks unsurely and Wanda nods.

"Yes котенок."Wanda says and kisses her softly.

"You want to take a shower?"She asks and Y/N nods.

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Y/N was in the kitchen, focused on making dinner, her mind far from the events that had transpired earlier. She was chopping vegetables when the sound of footsteps drew her attention. Natasha had returned to the compound, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her sister.

Natasha sauntered into the kitchen with her signature casual grace, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Hey, Y/N. Long day?"

Y/N smiled, grateful for the distraction from her thoughts. "Yeah, training was intense, but it's good to wind down in the kitchen."

As Natasha leaned against the counter, her eyes flickered to Y/N's neck, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What's that on your neck, Y/N? Looks like you got into some trouble."

Y/N's hand flew to her neck as she realized what Natasha was referring to. A blush rushed to her cheeks, and her usually articulate speech faltered into a series of incoherent stammers. "I-It's, uh, nothing, really. Just, um, I bumped into something earlier."

Natasha's expression turned mockingly stern, and she folded her arms across her chest. "Really, Y/N? Because those marks look a lot like something other than a bump."

Y/N's eyes widened in panic, her heart racing. She opened her mouth to respond, but her words seemed to escape her.

Natasha burst into laughter, her stern façade crumbling as she leaned against the counter, her amusement evident. "Oh, Y/N, you're terrible at lying."

Y/N's shoulders sagged in relief, and she chuckled nervously. "I guess I can't really hide anything from you, can I?"

Natasha's laughter subsided, and she stepped closer to Y/N, her expression warm and supportive. "You know, Y/N, I just want you to be happy. Whoever you're with, as long as they treat you well and make you smile, I'm on your side."

Y/N's eyes glistened with gratitude as she met Natasha's gaze. "Thank you, Nat. That means a lot to me."

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps caught both of their attention. Wanda entered the kitchen, her presence filling the room with a kind of magnetic energy. She wrapped her arms around Y/N from behind, resting her chin on Y/N's shoulder.

Natasha's lips curled into a knowing smile as she observed the scene. "Well, well, seems like someone's been busy."

Wanda smirked playfully, her gaze meeting Natasha's. "Can't deny that."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't suppress her smile. She leaned into Wanda's touch, feeling a sense of contentment and belonging that she hadn't experienced before.

Natasha's gaze softened, and she looked at the two of them with genuine affection. "You two better take good care of each other. Y/N, I expect you to keep Wanda in check."

Y/N chuckled, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Don't worry, Nat. We'll look out for each other."

Natasha's smile widened, and she gave a subtle nod of approval. "Good. Just remember, if anyone hurts you, I won't hesitate to intervene."

Wanda's grip on Y/N tightened, and she pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's temple. "Don't worry, Natasha. I'll make sure she's well taken care of."

As the three of them stood in the kitchen, a sense of understanding and acceptance hung in the air. Y/N realized that while life was full of surprises and challenges, having the support of her sister and the newfound connection with Wanda made everything a little easier to navigate.

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synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]

warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).

Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.

You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.

You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.

Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.

But apparently you are not that lucky.

Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.

There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.

And it only took one snap.

In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.

And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.

There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.

That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.

You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?

Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.

Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?

Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.

You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.

Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.

When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.

You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.

It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.

Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.

Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.

And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.

So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.

You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.

You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.

You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.

You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?

You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.

In your defense...

You have none.

Except that you didn't fell into the water.

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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.

It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.

When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.

Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.

Now she has the chance.

And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.

She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.

There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.

Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.

But you.

Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.

"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."

Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.

"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."

"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.

Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.

Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.

But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.

So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.

What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.

As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."

Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."

You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.

You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.

You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.

But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?

Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.

And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.

Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.

Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.

You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.

It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.

At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.

You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.

You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.

So you gave them both what they wanted.

You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.

For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.

"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."

"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"

"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."

"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."

Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."

You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."

"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"

"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.

That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.

Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?

What can you do? What should you do?

Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.

"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."

Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.

Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.

Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.

And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.

"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."

Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.

And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.

And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.

You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.

You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.

And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.

"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"

"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"

Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.

"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"

Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.

Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.

But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.

She saw determination.

When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.

At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."

"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."

When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.

You need to.

On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.

It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.

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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.

The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.

Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.

Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.

When you opened it again, they were perfect.

Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.

And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.

You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.

Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.

You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?

Is this how Wanda always feels?

You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.

But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.

You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.

But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?

That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.

It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:

1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;

2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;

3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;

4) You have a husband.

And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!

He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!

And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.

His snoring kept you awake all night.

You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.

"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.

You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.

You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.

You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.

She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.

The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.

"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.

"What?"

"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."

"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."

You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.

With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.

Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.

You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.

Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.

When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.

You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.

Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.

You didn't move an inch.

Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.

She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."

Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.

"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"

You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."

You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"

Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."

"And when will you be done?"

Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"

You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"

Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.

"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.

Fuck.

"On the bathroom."

"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"

"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."

Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"

You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."

Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"

Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"

"You're using Wanda."

"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."

"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."

"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"

There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.

"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."

With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.

When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"

"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.

"More than anything."

"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."

You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"

"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."

You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.

Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.

You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."

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Hi! Do you think you could possibly do a Pietro x reader fanfic where the reader is kinda depressed, so he comes and starts to give her neck kisses but she ends up giggling which leads to the tickling? If not, I totally understand! Thx 💕

Better (Pietro x reader)

FINALLY AFTER LIIE A MONTH I GOT THIS OUT. It’s still short but I did what I could, hope you like it :,)

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“Princess, what’s wrong?” Pietro asked. You heard him woosh in the room a second ago while you were wrapped from head to toe in your comforter. It was one of those bad days where the antidepressants weren’t working and you felt numb all day. You weren’t even sad about anything. Just numb inside.

You shrugged, though you were sure he couldn’t see it; you being covered and all. “Just tired.” You mumbled. Pietro frowned and stepped closer to your side of the bed.

“Something’s up. You’re upset.” He said, his voice laced with concern. Sometimes you hated how he knew you so well.

You sighed audibly staying silent for a few more moments before starting. “Just not a good day today.”

You heard Pietro hum and nod. He took another step. “Did I do anything?” He quickly sounded worried and you shook your head.

“No Pietro. It’s not you.” You said. He relaxed and looked at you with a small smile.

“Do you want some cuddles to make it a little better?”

You smiled lightly from under the covers. Pietro had a magic touch that always seemed to brighten your day when he hugged you or kissed you. But you honestly kinda wanted to be alone and feel miserable, going through this bad day by yourself. But you knew if you actually said that, he would in no way let you do that.

“I just wanna be alone honestly. But I’m fine Piet. Go hang out with Wanda or Clint for a bit.” You said, your voice muffled. Pietro’s nose scrunched up in surprise.

“And leave you to feel like this by yourself? Absolutely not!” He exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling you flush against his chest. “We’re in this together, принцесса. I’m here.” He hummed, burying his head finding an opening in your little blanket cocoon to nuzzle into your neck.

You sighed and let yourself be engulfed in his hold, not able to complain about the situation since like I said earlier, Pietro’s touch always made you feel better.

Pietro pressed gentle kisses into your neck, going up to your jawline and back down, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He smiled when he felt you melt into him. He loved making you feel better any time he could.

It’s been a while since he’s cut his hair, so you started to feel his little strands brush lightly behind your ear. You were extremely sensitive everywhere around your neck and you tried to take your mind off of the feeling but it was futile. You had already become aware of it and now you couldn’t stop feeling it. And that itself made it tickle even more.

You bit back a grin, taking a sharp breath in when he pressed a long kiss on your collarbone, his stubble scratching your skin. You couldn’t contain your snort, as you smiled widely biting your bottom lip bashfully. Pietro lifted his head to look at you and smiled. “Am I tickling you?” He chuckled audibly. Your face heated up at his blunt question and giggled, trying to bring the blanket back over your head. Pietro tittered as he realized he was, and nuzzled his beard into you neck again, eliciting the same reaction.

“Pietrohoho. Not nohow.” You groaned halfheartedly, shrinking in on yourself. This only egged him on more as he chuckled to himself before diving his hands under the covers and pinching your belly and sides. “Plehehehease Pietrohohoho!!” You squeaked, attempting to grab his hands but he was un ironically too fast.

Pietro grinned and pulled you into another hug, using his left arm to wrap around you and shake his fingers into the middle of your back before using his right hand to tease your ribs. You burst out into louder giggles, the tickles in your back only making you arch closer to him. “I love to hear these little giggles you make darling, you are the cutest.” He hummed, placing a kiss on your scrunched up nose.

Your laughter became desperate when Pietro flipped you in your back, partially laying on you and tasing your hipbones in circles while chuckling against your skin in the crook of your neck, adding to the torture.

“NohOHOHOHO! GEHEHET OHOHOFF! BAHA-I CAHAHANT!” You cried, loving the closeness you two were having but you couldn’t stand much more of this. He knew just how to drive you crazy. Pietro began to laugh along with you and targeted your sides for a few more seconds before letting up with a chuckle.

“Love you, my princess.” He whispered, laying on top of you and hugging your waist. With residual giggles still putting out, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close, relishing in his comforting warmth and closing your eyes.

“I love you too, Piet. So much.”

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You and Pietro are just friends, right?

Prompt: friends to lovers - "I have never heard a bigger lie."

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

While Pietro asking you to stay at his and Wanda's apartment for another few hours is a tempting offer, you want to go home.

You miss your bed.

"I'll come with you," Pietro pipes up, standing from the couch and stretching out his arms above him as his sister sends him a confused look.

You turn, wrapping your scarf around your neck. "Oh, it's no problem Piet. It's late and I live pretty far," you tell him and slip on your boots. Pietro, however, is dressed to leave in seconds and he crosses his arms and looks you over, smirking.

"I'd offer to carry you home but last time you almost threw up," he snickers, his accent thicker from how tired he is. It is quite late. "This is the next best thing. Plus, I am not letting you take the subway alone at almost 2am, Princezna (Princess)"

"Let him play hero, Y/n, he lives for this," Wanda interiors from the living room, laughing. 

"Drž hubu (Shut up)!" Pietro calls out, only causing Wanda to laugh harder. He turns to you and extends his hand. "You ready?"

You can't lie, you're grateful for Pietro's hand in yours as you walk to the subway station because of how chilly it is outside. He squeezes your hand as you make your way down the stairs and lets you put in your ticket first.

"Thanks," you mumble, feeling all warm inside as his hand finds the small of your back as you walk, a silent promise that he's here. You're safe with him. 

"Y'know, I could keep you warmer if you were closer, drahoušek (darling)," he whispers as you sit down next to him, your knees touching. You look up at him, sending him a fake exasperated look and push his knee away a little. 

"You're such a flirt," you chuckle, still glaring at him as you fiddle with your hands. 

Pietro grins and pushes his knee against yours again. "You love it," he leans in and kisses your cheek. 

You laugh as his stubble tickles your cheek and you push him away. "I do not!"

The train isn't crowded at 2am, so apart from the occasional drunk passenger, it's only you and Pietro. He hums and shakes his head, his face close to yours again.

"I have never heard a bigger lie, Princezna (Princess)" he quips, shaking his head. 

How can he always read you so well?

"It's not a lie! I think you're insufferable," you say and Pietro sends you a look as if waiting for you to finish the sentence.

"Sometimes," you whisper. 

"Never," Pietro corrects and guides his hand to rest on your cheek, pulling your head to the side and kissing your lips. "Isn't that right?" he teases, licking your cherry lip gloss from his lips as he smirks. He looks awfully proud of himself. 

Your heart leaps and you find yourself nodding, unable to be stubborn as you lean in to have him kiss you again, your mind fuzzy.

"Never. You're never insufferable to me," you repeat in a whisper and Pietro smiles against your mouth, his hands cupping your face.

"Good girl."

[smalls-words]

Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love

Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).

Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries. 

A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.

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The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.

Demons and angels walked amongst them.

He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.

Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.

But then… Then you met Natasha.

Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.

You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.

Natasha’s friends, however…

Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.

You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound. 

It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.

He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon. 

Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.

“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.

“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.

“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.

“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.

“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.” 

You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”

“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left. 

You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.

“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.

“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.

She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.” 

You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.

“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.

“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.” 

“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.

“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.” 

She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.

“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.

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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.” 

“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.

“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you. 

“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.

“6. Party starts at 7.” 

She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.

“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.” 

“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.

The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.

You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.

“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.

“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.

“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.

“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.

You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch. 

“Alright, let’s play!” 

You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.

The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly. 

Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips. 

“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.

“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.

“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.

You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.” 

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?” 

Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?” 

“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.” 

“How am I not understanding you?”

“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.

You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.” 

You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.

“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.

“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N/N.” 

“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”

“Of course!” 

You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.

She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.

“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.

“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.

Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them. 

“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.

“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.

“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.” 

You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.

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Natasha was right. She was always right.

Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection. 

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?” 

Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence. 

*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.

You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.

*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.

“Who… the hell… are you?”

You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.

“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.

“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”

She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.

“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.

You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.” 

You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”

She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.” 

“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.

“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.

*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.

“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone. 

How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”

“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.

“Breathe, my demon. Relax.” 

You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”

You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.

“Thank you, my love.” 

FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist. 

“Where is your tail?” She asked.

“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something. 

Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.

As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.

“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.

“Medical wing.” Tony replied.

“Why?!” 

“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.” 

He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”

“What did he do?” He asked instead.

“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.

“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.

“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.

“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.

“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.” 

“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.

“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.

Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”

The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.

“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.

“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.

You gladly fell asleep with her.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 5: Tracing Every Part of You

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary:

No powers, college AU.

Spending a day at the lake with the Avengers.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3727

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

Sorry it's slightly late (it's past midnight here). I haven't had as much time to edit as usual so I hope it's good.

Everyone is in college.

Warnings for overprotective/jealous/possessive Pietro, FWB to lovers, mentions of drowning, alcohol, tickling, a lot of bickering, mentions of a car accident, mentions of casual sex, these bitches suck at communicating, background Stucky and Wanda x Vision

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Wanda and Pietro were bickering in the front seat of Wanda’s battered station wagon. She wouldn’t let him drive, since he totalled her last car, and he was sulking about it.

“It’s been three years,” he muttered, “when are you going to get over it?”

“Oh, so you’re reckless and rusty, and you want me to let you drive?” Wanda rolled her eyes.

“I took a refresher course,” he said, slapping the dashboard. “I’m a better driver now! I won’t crash!”

“That’s nice. Get your own car.”

It had been like this for the entire drive. At least they weren’t speaking in Sokovian. They only did that when the arguments got serious.

You sat forward, leaning between their two seats. “Wow, you guys sure know how to make a girl regret riding with you.”

“There was no room in Steve’s car. You had no choice,” said Pietro.

“I’m sure Bucky would’ve let me ride on the back of his bike,” you said, a hint of suggestion in your tone.

Pietro frowned. “And end up splattered all along the sidewalk, I’d bet,” he huffed.

There was a not insignificant part of you that liked to get Pietro riled up. He wasn’t your boyfriend, not by any stretch of the imagination, but you’d been hooking up with him since the beginning of the school year.

Since summer break had started, you had spent almost every day over at his and Wanda’s place. Sometimes, he’d put his arm around you, or lend you his hoody, or sit a little too close to you while you played video games on the couch. But he wasn’t your boyfriend.

He was your friend that you sometimes kissed on the porch when his sister had gone to bed early. A friend who drew patterns on your back with his fingertip whenever he got bored. A friend who had seen you naked.

He never said anything, but he always got a little grumpy whenever you talked about spending time with Bucky or Steve. You couldn’t think of a single reason that he would have to dislike Steve, so you assumed – or hoped – that it was jealousy.

You encouraged it. Maybe if you kept pushing his buttons, he’d get his head out of ass and ask you on a date. A real date, not just you blowing him in the deserted laundrette after midnight, or him going down on you in the backseat of your car.

“Don’t worry, P, you’re still my favourite,” you said, lightly punching his arm. His lips twitched.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Don’t make you leave you two by the side of the road.”

“We aren’t doing anything,” you said, raising your hands.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

The first time you’d hooked up with Pietro was on the first night you’d met. You shared a psychology class with Wanda, and you’d struck up a friendship with her. She’d invited you to her birthday party, and you’d ended up chatting with an extremely pretty, very cocky boy with bleached blond hair.

When she’d stumbled in on the two of you in Pietro’s bed later that evening, she’d practically screeched, “What are you doing with my brother?”

You hadn’t known that Pietro was her brother, but it made a lot of things make sense. The fact that it had also been his birthday should’ve clued you in, since she’d told you she had a twin.

Your friends were already waiting for you at the lake when you pulled up. Tony had brought a portable stereo, and there was a large cooler full of ice-cold beers.

You were pondering the drinks selection, but Pietro had other ideas.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand. “Come swim with me.”

You wrinkled your nose. “In the gross lake water?”

He let a laugh. It was a sweet, musical thing that made you feel warm inside. “Why do you come to the lake if not to swim?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Ambience?”

He snorted. “What about to cool down?”

He had a point there. It was blisteringly hot in the sun, and only mildly more bearable in the shade. You were already wearing a bikini under your clothes, so it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared.

“Alright, fine.”

A grin spread across his face. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” he shouted, and then bolted towards the lake.

“Pietro!” you shrieked, but you were already following him. He kicked off his t-shirt and flip flops as he ran. You were having more trouble with your denim shorts. You had just reached the edge of the water when he took a running jump into it.

You swore. You shed your clothes, leaving them in a haphazard pile, and waded in.

Despite the hot air, the water was very cold. You got to knee depth, and then hesitated. Your reluctance wasn’t missed by Pietro.

“Come onnnn,” he whined. “Come play with me.”

“You’re a child.”

“If I was a child, I would be splashing you right now. What I actually am is a gentleman.”

You put your hand on your heart sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.” You waded in a little deeper, and his eyes lit up. You kept going until the water was just under your boobs.

This was the hard part. “Come on, dragă. If you get it over with, I’ll come warm you up.” There was a prickle of warmth across your skin.

You took a deep breath and then plunged under the water. Even under the water you could hear Pietro whoop. When you resurfaced, his eyes were on you, a wide grin on his face. He held out a hand to you and you took it, letting him pull you into the deeper water.

“Much better,” he murmured, pulling you close. “You want me to warm you up?”

His fingers played with the string of your bikini. “Everyone is right over there,” you said, nodding towards the shore.

“Who cares about everyone? Let me take you somewhere quiet and make you feel good.”

The offer was tempting, but you had a new resolution. No more casual sex with Pietro. If he wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.

“No, thanks,” you said brightly, and turned to swim in the opposite direction.

Nat was wading in up to her thighs. As you swam up to her, she put her hands on her hips.

“Pietro is watching you like a hawk right now,” she said, a half-smile on her face. You had already filled her in on your resolution.

“Good.”

Other people were getting into the water now. You watched as Victor (although everyone called him Vision) paddled in the shallows. He had come with Tony, although you knew he and Wanda were friends, and you were starting to realise why. Pietro was the worst cockblock in the world.

Wanda was watching Vision with a fond smile on her face. Their eyes met, and she gave him a little wave. He waved back, flushing bright red.

“What do you think?” asked Nat. “Are they already boning, or are they about to?”

“There’s no way they’re already boning. He’s way too shy and I don’t think Wanda is in the headspace to make the first move.”

“What are you talking about?”

You spun to see Pietro standing behind you. The water was waist-deep for him, and he had his hands on his hips, mirroring Nat.

“It’s not polite to eavesdrop,” you said, and he huffed.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping. You’re loud.”

You looked back over to the shore. Wanda was wading into the water now, wincing with every step. You knew there were some sharp stones around there. Vision offered her a hand, which she gratefully took.

When you turned back to Pietro, his jaw was very tight. “I’m gonna-” he started, but you put both hands on his chest, pushing him into the water.

He flailed around, grabbing at you, and managed to pull you down with him.

“Gross,” said Nat. She swam off to go and talk to Clint.

“What did you do that for?” Pietro growled, but he still had his arms around you.

“I’m not letting you cockblock my friend,” you said, pushing him deeper.

“She’s my sister.”

“And she’s an adult. If she wants to get dicked down by literally the dweebiest guy I’ve ever met, that’s her choice.”

He groaned. “Don’t say ‘dicked down’.” You smiled at him, innocently. His hands came to rest on your hips. “Come swim with me? Watching her talk to him makes my skin crawl.”

“He’s nice. She could do a lot worse.” You also thought she could do better, but Pietro didn’t need to know that. Besides, you were sure that no one would be good enough in his eyes for his beloved sister.

“Come on.” He tried to pull you out into the deeper water, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh. We’re staying right here where everyone can see us.”

His eyes glinted dangerously. “Kinky.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder. “Not like that. We’re not fucking, Pietro.”

“We’re not?”

“I know you’re used to getting what you want right away, but delayed gratification can feel so good. You should try it sometime.”

“Well, you should try being less of a tease.” His hands went straight to your armpits, tickling you. You screeched, grabbing onto his shoulders so that you wouldn’t go under.

“Pietro!” you squealed. “You’re… gonna… drown me.” It was a struggle to get the words out. You were breathless from laughter.

“I won’t let you drown, pretty girl.” He stopped tickling you. His arms wrapped around you again, holding you in place.

In spite of yourself, it felt good. Pietro’s arms felt safe.

“I can’t say the same,” you said, and then you pushed down on his head, dunking him under the water.

He came up a few seconds later, spluttering, wet hair plastered over his eyes. You were laughing. You couldn’t help yourself. As soon as he’d managed to swipe his hair out of his eyes, he splashed you.

“Demon woman,” he growled. “Trying to kill me.”

The two of you play-wrestled, tickling and splashing each other until Tony’s voice cut through the air.

“Hey! Lovebirds! If you want some of this barbecue, you’re gonna have to hurry up.”

You looked at Pietro. “I’m pretty hungry.”

“Me too.”

The two of you swam back to the shore. You were the last ones out. Most other people already had their food on paper plates, sitting on beach chairs or towels.

Wanda and Vision were sharing a picnic blanket. You could see Pietro eyeing them, weighing up whether he should go sit down with them to break up whatever was happening.

Too busy watching him watching them, you didn’t see the empty bottle until your foot rolled over it. The ground was flat here, so it slipped out from under you, and you fell forward, letting out an undignified yelp.

Bucky, who had been manning the barbecue, grabbed your arms before you could go all the way over.

“Fuck.”

“You okay, doll?” asked Bucky. He pulled you upright. “You nearly took a tumble there.”

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“You want something to eat?”

“Yes please.”

As Bucky served some food onto your plate, you snuck a glance back at Pietro, and found that he was staring right at you. His lips were pressed into a hard line.

“What?”

“N-nothing.” He tried to modulate his expression, but he still looked upset. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Bucky handed you your plate. “Pietro? You want some?” he asked.

“Uhh…” Pietro glanced at you, and then back at Bucky. “Sure.”

While Pietro was getting his food, you decided to sit as far away with Wanda as possible. You were pretty sure Pietro was more interested in being with you than cockblocking his sister, but with Pietro, who could say?

Sure enough, as you dug into your burger, Pietro sidled up to you. You were sitting on a stump that was definitely only large enough for one person, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

“Pietro.”

“Sorry, dragă. Not enough seats.”

You looked over at the empty beach chair next to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, and rolled your eyes. “Right.”

“We can share, right? You don’t mind sharing with me?”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy today.”

Pietro’s face fell. He shifted off the stump so that he was sitting on the floor. He didn’t look at you as he picked at his food.

You grimaced. You hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. It was in line with the kind of playful banter that you and Pietro usually had, but maybe you’d hit on a sore spot.

The two of you ate your food in silence, and it was strange. You weren’t used to him being quiet. Once you were both done eating, you took his paper plate wordlessly, stacked it on top of yours and then put a rock on them so that they wouldn’t blow away.

You could feel Pietro watching you curiously. You stood up, brushed yourself off, and then said, “Come here.”

Bemused, he got to his feet. As he stepped closer to you, you put your hands on his shoulders, manoeuvring him down onto the stump. Once he realised what you were doing, he sat.

You sat down in his lap, sideways on, so that you could put your arms around his neck.

When he gave you a questioningly look, you said, “Not enough seats, right?”

He smiled at you then. “Right.” His hand rested against your hip, thumbing against your skin there.

You had to suppress a shiver. You looked at Pietro, expecting him to look cocky or turned on, but instead, he just smiled at you affectionately.

“You know…” he said slowly. “I hear there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I was thinking maybe we could… stay out here?”

“How would we get home?”

“Uh… walk?”

“What if it rains?”

“It’s not going to rain!”

“Pietro!”

“Fine, it’s fine if you don’t want to.” He closed his mouth, looking away from you, and you felt a pang of longing. You wanted to watch the stars with Pietro.

You glanced over at where Wanda was sitting. Her and Vision were side by side, looking very comfortable with each other.

“Give me a sec,” you said to Pietro. He looked confused as you walked over to where Wanda was sitting, but didn’t try to follow.

“Wanda,” you said, flopping down onto the edge of her picnic blanket. Vision pulled away from her quickly, glancing nervously around to see if Pietro was with you.

Wanda glared at you. “What do you want?”

“I was thinking that you could do me a favour, and then I could do you a favour.”

She brought her eyebrows together in confusion. “Explain.”

“You let me borrow your car-” She groaned. “Let me finish! Pietro wants to stay here tonight. If you ride with Tony and let me use your car, you can have the house to yourself.”

You glanced at Vision, who, taking your meaning, flushed again.

Wanda gave you a hard stare. She pulled her car keys out of her pocket. You reached for them, but she pulled them back.

“Two conditions. One: Pietro doesn’t drive.”

“Fine.” You’d been expecting that one.

“Two: no sex in my car.”

“I wasn’t gonna-”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She dangled the keys in front of you.

“Right.” You took them from her. “Thanks, Wands. You’re a lifesaver.”

The rest of the group had begun packing up. The light was starting to fade.

“Hey,” said Bucky, stopping you on your way back over to Pietro. “You coming for the afterparty? Think we’re gonna get some beers in and watch movies at Steve’s place.”

You glanced over at Pietro. Although he couldn’t hear what Bucky was saying, he was giving him a hard stare.

“No thanks, Buck. Me and Pietro are gonna stargaze.”

Bucky gave you a knowing look. “Alright, doll. Have fun.”

You walked back over to Pietro and plonked yourself down in his lap. He hesitated for a second, and then put his arms around you again.

“Don’t look so sour,” you said. “Look what I got.” You dangled Wanda’s car keys in his face. His eyes lit up, and he made a grab for them, but you held them out of reach. “No way. Wanda will kill me if I let you drive her car.”

“But-”

You put your finger over his lips. “You wanna sleep here tonight or not?”

Slowly, begrudgingly, he nodded.

As your friends packed up their cars and made to leave, you said your goodbyes, and then the two of you were alone.

They had left you few a couple of beers, a bag of chips and some of the leftover barbecue. You still had Wanda’s picnic blanket, which you laid out on the dirt riverbank. Steve had even had a pillow in his car, which he was happy to lend you.

When you were finally alone, you put your clothes back on – shorts and a t-shirt and a hoody – and Pietro gave you a funny look. He was already lounging on the blanket, but he tugged on the fabric of your hoody as soon as you were in reach.

“Kind of counter-productive, don’t you think, dragă?”

“I thought we were here to watch the stars.” Ignoring his searching hands, you opened the bag of chips and offered him one. He didn’t take it.

Instead, he slid his hand under your t-shirt. “Among other things.”

“I meant what I said, P.” You grabbed his wrist. “We’re not fucking.”

He drew his eyebrows together in an expression that reminded you of Wanda. He leant up on his elbow. “Why not?”  

You rolled onto your back, stealing the pillow from where it had been lying between you. “Maybe because it’s all we ever do?”

Pietro went quiet. You could feel his gaze, hot and prickly on the side of your face, but you refused to look at him. You wondered if he was angry at you.

He took a deep breath, and you braced yourself, but his words came out very soft. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You huffed out a mirthless laugh, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t quite dark enough to see the stars yet, but it was getting there.

“Has it never occurred to you that maybe I want something real?”

“What do you mean real? This is real.”

He touched your thigh, not sexually, but creating a bridge between you. You didn’t shake him off.

Finally, you turned to look at him. His lips were parted in confusion, eyes fixed firmly on your face.

“Well, maybe I’d like the kind of relationship where you go on dates. The kind where kissing doesn’t always lead to sex. The kind where I know you’re not gonna be off with other girls the second I’m too busy to hang out.”

His face grew red. “That was one time! And we’d only slept together like, twice at that point! It was casual! We were casual!”

You sat up so that your face was level with his. “I don’t want casual.”

He frowned. “So you think Bucky can give you that? The kind of relationship you want?”

You drew back, brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s cool. If you’re seeing him too. I guess we never said we were exclusive or anything.”

“I’m not seeing Bucky. He’s a friend.” You wondered if your efforts to make Pietro jealous had gone too far. He looked hurt, one hand pressed against his chest.

“Right, but you have, yeah?”

You shook your head. “No. Not with Bucky. And I haven’t slept with anyone but you since winter break.”

He stared at you, disbelieving. “Me neither.”

“Pietro… are we dating?”

“… Maybe?”

“Do you wanna be?”

He exhaled sharply. You scooted in closer, nose almost touching his. The longer he went without speaking, the more this felt like a rejection. Still, you held your breath.

“I’ve done this all wrong, dragă,” he murmured. “Do you want to go out with me? On a date?”

Your nose brushed against his as you nodded, and then he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in.

You were in his lap again, kissing him fervently and feeling the hot skin of his neck under your hands. It felt like he was everywhere at once, his tongue between your lips, his hands in your hair, his firm body under yours.

He rolled you over onto your back, and you felt a little breathless as he went straight for your neck. He already knew exactly how you liked it. He knew how to find and suck on that spot that would make you keen.

This time, though, when you gasped, it was for a different reason. Pietro didn’t notice. He was too busy biting your neck.

“Pietro,” you gasped, slapping his shoulders. “I saw a shooting star!”

He pulled back so that he was hovering over you. “What?”

“A shooting star. Look!”

He rolled over onto his back, but it was obviously long gone by the time he was in position. “I don’t see one.”

“You have to wait. Be patient.”

He groaned. You both knew patience wasn’t his strong suit. After about five minutes, his hand started creeping up your thigh. You put your hand on his, stopping him.

“You’re gonna miss the meteor shower,” you said.

“You’re prettier,” he said smoothly, but you rolled your eyes.

“We’re dating now, remember? You can see me whenever. You can only see the shooting stars tonight.”

He huffed, but turned back to the sky. “This is rigged, they never happen when I- Ohhh.” He gasped. “I saw one!”

His childlike glee warmed you. You rested your head on his shoulder, but he barely seemed to notice. He was too busy staring at the sky.

“They’re pretty, right?” you murmured.

“Beautiful,” he agreed.

“More beautiful than me?”

“Ehh, it’s close.”

You giggled and rolled over so that you could look at his face.

“And another thing,” you said, “you know Bucky wasn’t flirting with me, right? He and Steve have been banging since, like, the first week of college.”

“… No. I did not know that.”

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Notes:

Preview of tomorrow's fic: Getting railed in a sundress by your dad's friend, Dmitri Antonov. Hopper!Reader.

[dontsh0vethesun]

i swear i loved you, ‘til my dying day

inspo from my tears ricochet by taylor swift

wanda maximoff x reader

summary - a blossoming relationship, let’s watch it unfold…

Wanda Maximoff looks beautiful when she dances, she has this carefree grin and a scrunch of her nose with her laughter. She spins like nobody is watching whether her feet are moving in time with the music or not. The first time you saw her dance was at a party, one she practically dragged you to but you couldn’t say no to that face.

You sipped on overly sweet cocktails in various unnatural shades, spending the night side by side until she forced you onto the crowded dance floor. She moved your stiff body along with hers until you reluctantly joined her in her actions, it was barely dancing, more akin to jumps and swirls to nondescript music but it didn’t take away the fun.

She smiled brightly with cheeks flushed with liquor and excitement and you caught yourself wondering if her lips would taste the same as yours, hoping that maybe one day you’d find out.

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Wanda looks beautiful when she wakes up in the mornings with ruffled hair and a pink tint to puffy cheeks, sometimes a smudge of mascara beneath her eyes from a long night prior or maybe an indent in her skin as evidence of a good night's sleep.

Either way it astounded you. You watch fondly as she shuffles into the kitchen with a yawn, making a beeline towards the coffee you’d always brew with her in mind before sitting beside you where you sip on mugs over small chatter. You’d make her laugh just to hear it, it’s thickness with sleep, a sleepy rasp when she’d fondly call you stupid with a soft push to your arm.

You’d watch her walk away to get dressed for training with a fond smile, awaiting your session with her with a blend of nerves and excitement.

—

“You really need to tell her.” Natasha muttered from beside you.

“Tell who what?”

“You’re so annoying. You need to tell Wanda that you’re in love with her - it’s getting tiring watching you stare at her like she’s the best thing on this planet but never doing anything about it.”

“She is the best thing on this planet.” You countered. “And I’m not in love with her. I just think she’s pretty and has a cute laugh and- no. It’s - I’m not in love with her, shut up.”

“Okay, Romeo.” She chuckled with a push of her shoulder into yours, following where your eyes watched across the room as Wanda laughed heartily with Pietro.

—

When Wanda hugs you it’s always tight, holding you so close you can feel her heart beating with a steady thump. You smell the soft, rose scented shampoo she uses on her hair and the perfectly distinct smell that is hers. Vanilla body lotion and floral perfume, the perfect cocktail of scents that made you feel safe.

She’d always lean into your touch when your hands would stroke through her hair, scrunching the material of your shirt in her fist with her chin resting on your shoulder and a fond smile curving her lips.

And sometimes she’d break the hug to tickle you just because she knows how much you hate it, giggling as she’d chase you through the compound.

—

A kiss to the forehead is one of Wanda’s simple pleasures, the way the soft touch brings a warm soothing feeling and the accompanying touch to the arm that makes her feel so safe.

She enjoys when a long hug ends with foreheads pressed together with matching smiles on lips and a small kiss before pulling away completely. When she kisses she’s soft, cherry lip gloss coated lips tasting sweet and her hand holding your head close.

Wanda’s eyes light up at the suggestion to share a room, with her immediately planning the positions she’d place her abundance of plants, where she’d hang her favourite photo of the pair of you. When she’s excited she bounces on the balls of her feet slightly, clasping her hands together in front of her with that exquisite grin you’ve loved from the beginning.

Her new room instantly adopts her scent, sweet and lovely, cinnamon candles and patchouli incense. Plants bring life to the place and the guitar she never learned to play leans against the wall continuing to gather dust - just in a new home. She always makes the bed when she gets up in the morning, plumping the pillows ready for when she can climb back in.

—

Wanda always cherished the simple things, the way you’d effortlessly compliment her even if it was on something small like the colour of her nail polish. She loved when you’d hand her coffee in the morning or save her a seat in a team meeting, how you’d always ask her about her day even if you knew it hadn’t been eventful.

You always brought her favourite soup when she’s sick, carrot and parsnip with extra coriander - she’d always found it funny how much you hated the herb but you always made it how she liked. You’d keep her warm by piling endless amounts of blankets onto her body, preparing her a bath with her favourite sandalwood oils.

You knew how she took her coffee and her favourite herbal teas. You’d always listen to her nonstop ramblings of the book she was reading or the sitcom she’d been rewatching and you’d often watch them with her.

She loved how you always gave her the small things, making her feel so important in your life and she truly was. All you’ve wanted since the beginning is to see her happy with that shining glint in her eye as she grins with genuine joy.

—

You never thought you could be stunned into complete and utter silence by something beautiful but you were proven wrong when you saw Wanda in a white gown walking down the aisle with a bouquet clutched between her hands.

That smile you’ve always loved was plastered on her face and you both had tears pooling in your eyes. It wasn’t fair how astonishing she looked, nobody else even stood a chance in comparison; the white satin made her glow and the small curls that framed her face let you see her natural beauty.

The kiss after the ‘I dos’ was electric, anybody could see it. The perfect pair, the perfect love. And it ended with foreheads touched together, arms looped around waists and joyful tears coating cheeks.

It was no different that night than any other time that had come before - Wanda looked beautiful as she danced. Her long dress brushed against the floor as she spun and the bright, toothy grin never wavered the entire day.

The perfect pair, the perfect love, the perfect bride.

—

Just as with everything else, Wanda was a beautiful mother. She’d always had all this love inside her, there was plenty for the twins to be showered in. You’d seen her happy but this happiness was different, finally content. You could see it in her smile when she looked at them that she felt complete, she had everything she’d always wanted and you couldn’t be happier.

You’d rock the twins in your arms, whispering to them how much you love their mother and they’d just babble and laugh obliviously. Billy and Tommy loved you as much as you loved them and it made your heart burst with warmth; they made you play with them, running around the compound like three mischievous children.

You’d watch their favourite movies on repeat until they decided they hated it and moved on to another, you’d read them stories and build elaborate houses out of Lego bricks.

It was common for the three of you to fall asleep sprawled on the ground beneath an expertly (in your opinion) made fort, soft snores being drowned out by the movie still playing on the TV. Wanda would smile fondly at the sight, stealing photos she’d never let you see and sometimes she’d be right there with you. All four of you sleeping soundly on the ground.

—

“Shit, Y/N, where are you?” Natasha breathed down her comms, hurrying through corridors to find you when all she received was static. Her stomach dropped when she turned a corner to see your body slumped on the dusty ground, lazily holding yourself up on an elbow with your free hand pushing onto your stomach.

“Y/N/N, fuck. Okay, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.” She hurried out, kneeling beside you with her hands immediately pressing into the deep wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding. Your skin was growing clammy and your eyes were glazed over and she didn’t know when help would arrive.

“Hurts, Nat.” You slurred with your voice weak and groggy.

“I know, I know it hurts. Just hold on a little longer, stay with me, okay?”

“I loved Wanda from the beginning, y’know?”

“I know you did, sweetheart.” She responded, cradling your head in her lap with salty tears falling past her chin and a thumb swiping over your own tear stained cheek.

“As soon as I saw her I knew.” You coughed and Natasha couldn’t hold back the small sob at the back of her throat at the way she could feel you growing weaker. “I knew she was the only one I could ever love like this, the only person that I could give my heart to.”

“Mhm.” She nodded for you to continue but honestly she couldn’t find her voice, too scared it’d only come out as a cry.

“She just looks so beautiful when she dances. And when she - when she smiles. I love everything about her. Wanda Maximoff is perfect to me.” You could hardly breathe as the tears continued to pour and your vision started growing hazy. “I love her so much, Nat, and I’m never gonna see her again.”

“Don't say that. We’re gonna get you out of here and you can see that smile you love so much, the one you’ve rambled to me about so many times.” She sniffled with a tiny huff of a laugh she struggled to muster.

“I wish I told her.”

“I know.”

“Maybe if I’d told her how I felt, it’d be me instead of Vision. All of that could’ve been mine.” You sobbed. “I just wanted her to be happy, Nat. As long as she’s happy, that’s enough for me.”

“You deserve to be happy too.”

“I am. Wanda’s happiness is mine. Promise me, Nat-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp for the air that was growing even more difficult to inhale. “Promise me you’ll make sure she stays happy. You’ve gotta promise.” You lifted a weak, blood coated hand to hers and she wrapped her pinky finger around yours with a trembling lip and red, tear stained cheeks, watching as your eyes glazed over and you fell limp in her hold.

“I promise.”

[leviathanspain]

Hey... this is my first time ever requesting something with smut so- I might seem a little awkward 😅😅

(My request is for Pietro maximoff btw) (Aaron taylor johnson pietro) um, I was wondering if your could write something were reader rides Pietros face (😀 THAT WAS SO HARD TO WRITE STOP-) so um, yeah that's my request, and if you could, could you write fem reader? If not that's 100% ok (also if you could, could you also make it a bit of Dom reader, sub Pietro? But it's 100% up to you tho)

here she comes now

pietro maximoff x reader

synopsis: it’s your birthday and pietro is your gift..

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pietro threw you against the wall, his mouth hot and heavy on yours as you gripped his belt buckle. it was your birthday, and as far as pietro knew, you were just getting started.

“draga..” he held a hand out to you, holding you still as his eyes found yours in the dim lighting of the room. your pupils were wide with desire and love and pietro mirrored that with his own. he smiled, “do what you want with me. im yours. completely.” he paused and smiled, “mistress.” his tongue hung on that last word and he saw something unlock in your eyes. lust.

you grabbed pietro by the arm and led him to the bed, sitting him down before pushing him onto his back gently. his shirt had been shredded off in the hallway and what remained was the sorry excuse of jeans, covering his erection tightly behind them.

you leaned over pietro and blew air on his skin, your fingernail gently tracing down his neck, reaching towards his abs, the hard muscle never seemed to leave you as anything other than speechless. he was handcrafted by god. pietro shivered as you got closer down his belly button but you abruptly stopped.

“tell me what you want me to use you for.” you gave him a choice, letting up the domination he gave you and pietro pursed his lips, thinking. his eyebrows raised slightly as the idea stuck in his head, “ride me. my face, ride my face.” he spoke. your ears turned pink at the answer and you smiled, “are you sure?”

pietro nodded, “climb up, draga. my tongue awaits.” he wiggled his tongue out to you and you laughed, “alright.” you didn’t even need to strip much as pietro had torn your clothing off before dinner was even over.

you crawled to the head of the bed, “you’re beautiful.” you muttered, kissing him quickly before his hands round your hips, pulling you on top of his face. you settled in, your legs locked in on either side of his face, your fingers finding a hold in his hair as pietro rumbled a laugh under you.

“that tickles.” you scoffed, and pietro smiled, “wait till you see what else tickles.” and you felt a wet tongue brush against your clit, the sensation making you shudder. you were already dripping just at the thought of him, and pietro rolled his eyes in pleasure of just tasting you.

“draga-“ he cut himself off as you moaned, your fingers gripping his hair as he lapped up your juices, going faster and faster.

pietro was fast, he was the fastest man alive. but in that moment, you could’ve sworn even he had beat his personal record of quickness.

his tongue fluttered as you came and you nearly pulled his hair out at the roots. pietro groaned at the way you squeezed his head in between your thighs, shaking on top of him.

“more.” you demanded, and pietro nodded into you, “whatever you wish, mistress.” he fell into the sub roll so easily, often you two would switch and you loved how fluid you could be with him.

pietro continued his pace and again you gripped his hair, “fuck-“ you moaned out as pietro gripped your thighs, acting as if he could swallow you whole.

another orgasm.

and another.

one by one, they all fell into order.

“here she cums now.” pietro toyed with your clit as you came and you fell off him, shaking as you did so.

pietro sat up and you could see your slick still painted on his face, he held up five fingers and smirked, “your personal best is six, why don’t we try to beat that today?” he offered and you nodded, “only if i get to fuck you for one of those times.”

pietro smiled, “deal.”