#pietro x y/n

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late night meeting

Pietro Maximoff x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (edging and little bit of overstimulation at end, praise and pietro being a little dominant) minors dni

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Pietro is the most charismatic of men, often getting his way with his sweet silver eyes and Sokovian charm. His velvet voice could convince you to do anything, even breaking Steve's only rule of room sharing, which is what had happened for the third time this week.

Everyone was in their rooms for the night except Pietro, who was hovering over you with his hands caressing your naked body, slowly stroking over your goosebumped skin as he gazed into your eyes. "Gotta be quiet, milovat. Steve's next door," he smirks, nodding to the wall behind you as he cups under your bare tit, gently rolling it in his palms. "…real quiet." he adds, his head hung low as he flicks over your nipple, lightly teasing as it stiffens against his tongue.

His hand slides down the side of your waist, brushing with featherlight touch as he slips his hand between your thighs, lightly trailing his middle finger through your slick folds. His satisfactory grin told you all that you needed to know.

He shifts his weight, hovering over you as he propped himself on his elbow beside you. Leaning into your side with a boyish grin as his finger gingerly circled over your clit, teasing the nub with the pad of it. His forehead drops into the crook of your neck where he litters the nape with slow soft kisses, lightly exhaling on your skin as his finger moves at a tantalising pace. Lightly rubbing over your clit in the way he knew you liked.

Itching his head up, he begins to kiss along your jaw, pecking under your ear as he focuses on your breathing, listening attentively to every hitch and stagger that left your lips. "You sound so pretty, draga." he praises, delicately nibbling and sucking on your ear lobe.

His fingers circle over your clit in a slow teasing motion, not giving you what you need to reach your high. "Patience, Milovat," he husks, slipping his spare hand into yours to stop you from touching yourself. His tone sweet yet, condescending as he softly speaks under your ear, lightly kissing the skin. "Getting close?" he rhetorically asks, his cocky smirk widening at the thought of you coming.

He listens to your body, watching your chest rise and fall as he waits for the right moment, rubbing slowly before snatching his hand away. "You can't do that," you whine, reaching your free hand to finish the job yourself.

Pietro grins at your needy whimper, pulling your hand away and gripping it above your head with your other hand, clasping them together. "I don't think so," he adds, shushing your displeased sounds with a tender kiss to your lips. "All in good time," parting with low blissed eyes as he gazes into yours.

He slides his hand over your inner thighs, gently kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers. His eyes fixated on you as he watched the desperate expressions on your face, teasing you further with a soft low chuckle. Trailing his fingers up the crease of your thigh, he drags them back over your pussy, leisurely caressing your folds between his fingers as he attaches his lips to the side of your throat, faintly suckling at it.

He dips the tip of his middle finger into you, slowly easing in and curling upwards to collect the creamy slick. Dragging his finger from your desperate pussy he guides it to his lips, licking it clean with a content sigh. "Was needing that," he whispers, another smirk spreads across his lips.

"Come on," you whine, trying to loosen from his grip so that you could reach the high you were chasing.

Tutting with disapproval as he tightens around your wrists, pushing them further into the mattress. "What did I say?" he questions, barely audible as he lowers to your ear. "Tell me…" he sultrily husks, kissing the side of your neck as his two middle fingers circled over your clit. His speed deliberate and precise as he rubbed you.

"To wait," you quietly reply, grinding up and into his hand.

"That's not waiting, draga…" he says, his tone dissatisfied as he removes his fingers. "You're not listening."

"I'll wait… I promise, please?" your voice littered with desperation, nodding eagerly to show your understanding. "I'll wait," you whisper, wanting nothing more than to feel the release you were aching for.

"Good," he replies, dragging his moistened fingers to where you needed him, gingerly circling over your clit. "That better?" he asks, his sole attention on you.

"Hm," you shakily respond, concentrating on the overwhelmingly engulfing feeling he gave you. Shutting off your mind as you absorbed all of the sensations. He continued to give you right what you needed, never faltering in motion as he got you all sorts of worked up. Rubbing your clit in a lust-filled haze.

He could tell by your strangled and erratic breathing that you were getting close, so he kept the same pace as he worked you up to your release. Getting himself worked up as he strummed your nub, breathing heavily under your ear.

He peppers your throat with brash hasty kisses, desperately suckling your skin. Pietro loosens the grip around your wrists, freeing them and immediately palming over your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index.

It was all starting to feel like too much. Pietro knew every way to get you off, and he was doing it all at once. Overwhelming you with pleasure as you felt the internal balloon stretch thinner and thinner. You felt the pressure of your release approach without warning, jolting and spasming against the mattress, aimlessly whimpering and mewling as you ground into his fingers.

His spare hand slides up the valley of your tits and along the length of your throat, softly squeezing before continuing the trail up to your lips. Clasping his palm over your moaning mouth as his leg slinked over yours, using his thigh to keep it open as he worked you through your elated high.

Rubbing you into a blubbering mess until you could take no more.

His movements halt, instantly wrapping you up in a tight embrace, rolling you onto his chest as he falls back into the bed, tenderly cuddling you.

"I think I'm gonna stay over," he softly chuckles, pulling the covers over you both.

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ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s so affectionate when the two of you have been together for a long time.

Forehead kisses all the time, especially when you’re upset or overwhelmed

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

When the two of you first become friends, he’s basically always trying to be funny

He’s WAY to energetic too, when you first become friends his energy sometimes made your head spin

Though, when he starts to catch feelings, he starts to ‘playfully’ flirt.

Everyone caught onto Pietro’s poor attempt at subtly showing you that he liked you.

So… he wasn’t all that subtle.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It varies on his mood

When you two are sleeping in the same bed, he’d spoon you and rest his chin on your shoulder, then when he’d wake up he would kiss down your shoulder to your arm

Though he does like it when your laying on top of him with your head on his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can see him cooking occasionally, he learned a bit from Wanda but he doesn't do it all that much

He's great a cooking, though, even if he doesn't do it a lot

cleaning up, however, was not his strong suit

very stereotypical teenage boys' rooms, dirty, messy, old plates and glasses

he does clean it... rarely. It just gets messy quickly!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The most likely way he would break up with you is if he, simply, fell out of love with you

He’s been in and out of relationship for a long time and, therefore, doesn’t really expect to be in a long term relationship

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?

He’s never really thought of marriage, he’s mostly a flirt and is used to being a man whose on and off with relationships

It would honestly take a lot for him to actually tie himself down to you in a marriage aspect

He’s happy just dating

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's superrrr gentle physically, he'd never want to hurt you

However, he’s a little bit more blunt emotionally. He might not fully understand how your feeling and outright says it as it is

You have to tell him that the whole bluntness thing isn’t your thing if you don’t like it, then he’ll attempt at softening the blow a little more

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes having your head either on his chest or on his shoulder when the two of you hug

It would be really rare that the roles would be switched because he honestly just likes having you in his arms like that.

He’d lay his chin on top of your head when he could, though, especially if he’s taller because he’s a silent tease that you’re shorter

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says ‘I love you’ after around four to six months after you two started dating

He would have said it sooner but he wanted to be sure that you were ready to say it back, he didn’t want you to say it back just because he did

However, he wanted to be the first to say it so he waited for the right time and said just before you were even planning on saying it back

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s a jealous boy

Even if he knows that you’re not going to run off to someone else, he still wants everyone to know that you are his and he is yours.

He’s by your side in a second if someone is flirting with you, hand snaked around you and on your waist. He’d kiss the side of your head, a silent statement to the person your talking to that you’re taken

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Long and slow kisses when he comes back from a mission and quick ones for when he’s going on a mission

Though he does hate quick kisses, so they’re very rare (which means he usually gets told off for not coming quicker)

Like previously mentioned, he kisses your shoulder when he wakes up before you and the two of you are cuddling

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great with kids! Especially Barton’s kids

They all love him (especially Nathaniel for obvious reasons)

He and Wanda were basically unofficially adopted into the family and so, he and Wanda both visited them whenever they can and their welcomed with open arms.

When he was around Nathaniel as a baby, he was completely overcome with baby fever and became so attached to him

So many pictures of lil Nathaniel had Pietro either holding him or trying to entertain the boy with the varied toys he had.

He plays sports with Cooper and helps (tries to anyway) Lila with her archery, though the archery, everyone decided, was Clint’s expertise.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning person, no matter what!

So if you’re not a morning person, he will walk around doing his morning routine, maybe even go on a run if you sleep in long enough

But he’s learnt when you wake up and is there in for when you wake up, a quick kiss and some small talk before you get on with your morning routine.

Bonus: several times he’s tried to get you to go on with his morning runs, and/or tired to get you to somewhat have a similar morning routine (it did not work)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are calm, or filled with idle chatter because he can’t sleep

However, there are some nights, were he can wake up from a nightmare.

The nightmares vary from how good his day’s been and if he’s been able to avoid triggers

Sometimes it about the bombings in Sokovia, about when he got shot, sometimes it’s about missions going wrong

He’s usually able to calm down quickly, more so when you’re next to him

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In the beginning, he really only talked about what happened to him.

You knew how he lost his parents and some of the things he and Wanda had gone through when they were on their own

It took him a little longer to actually open up about his troubles and what he was going through mentally.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We see in the film that he isn’t all that patient

It’s probably because he’s been used to moving so fast now that everyone makes decisions to slow

He was like that before his powers too, but Wanda is certain that his speed has made it worse

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He notices things about you, but put him on the spot, he’s forgotten everything!

He can easily say anything about you in passing (and has, several times), but as soon as someone outright asks he can only come up with “I dunno, it’s something stupid, probably.”

He was talking to Wanda one time, they weren’t even talking about you, but something you liked came up into conversation. Without thinking, Pietro just spurred out information about why you liked it, and Wanda just had to stand there and fall victim to his mindless rambling

He has yet to live that down

And Wanda has told you about it

You both tease him now.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He has so many memories of his relationship with you, so he has a hard time pinpointing his absolute favourite.

Though, he does think that his favourite-favourite was when he figured out he loved you.

You were doing something stupid and he followed suit because, well, what’s life without some stupidity.

You couldn’t stop laughing though, laughing to a point it was hard to tell if you were breathing.

In that moment, when you were doubled over giggling, a hand on your knee and one on your chest, his heart swell with emotions

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Veryyy protective

He doesn’t want to see you harmed and he doesn’t want to lose you

On missions, he’s always keeping an eye on you, making sure that your not in any danger that you can’t defend on your own (he knows you’re capable so he knows what you can take on)

Though, if you need help, he’s there in a second and making sure that you’re unharmed

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort for dates and gifts, and especially in anniversaries

He forgets anniversaries sometimes (not that he tells you) but that’s because his mind works on a million miles per hour so he had to set reminders on his phone

You never know what a date will be, he ‘keeps you on your toes’ in a way.

You’ve been to candle lit dinners, picnics, arcades, movies, almost everything! You don’t ever know what date will be what activity

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s not crazily in touch with his emotions

He’s found himself putting Wanda first, he’s the older one (even if it is by 12 minutes), he’s the older brother.

When they were young, Pietro was the main one making sure the two of them were safe and okay, so he unintentionally got into the habit of keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself.

Even when he joined the Avengers, the habit didn’t cease, but he didn’t really understand why. He wasn’t in Sokovia alone with Wanda and he was someplace safe now.

He does try to fix it, but he’s so used keeping it to himself so it isn’t really working

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s a handsome guy, everyone knows it and he knows it, uses it to his advantage when flirting with everything that lives and breathes

He’s the pretty concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s not the type who will be super unlike himself when away from you

But God help whoever is unfortunate enough to be around him when he’s away from you

Barton was the first to realise how much he misses you on a mission.

It was a mission that was meant to last a few days, and Pietro would not fail to mention you every ten minutes.

“I miss my s/o.” - “I would be cuddling with them by now” - “they’d find this funny.” - “they would have a plan”

Barton felt like he was losing his sanity.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s usually really warm!

Not his hands though, for some reason, so he always has them in his pockets.

But the rest of him is really warm

Cuddling with him is great because of it, but sometimes he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to make you jump.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He probably wouldn’t like a lazy old partner

Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind if you don’t work out as much as him or aren’t as energetic as him. His powers make him have so much more energy he needs to get rid of

He will try and get you to go out with him at least a few times, he’ll understand if you don’t want to work out as much as him or not at all, but he’ll want you to move about

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He either barely sleep or sleeps ALL the time

On a normal day (without missions or hard training) he doesn’t sleep all the much, everyone thinks it’s because of his powers. Just like how everyone can’t sleep when having a ‘lazy’ day, they don’t sleep for long.

Pietro, however, is RESTLESS.

You’re not sleeping if he’s not. He won’t stop talking at you, or complaining.

But if he is asleep, he’s not getting up at all

He won’t. You won’t be able to get him up.

He will sleep for the entire night (and day)

And if the two of you’re were cuddling? Yeah, no, you’re not getting up either. Find something to do

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[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

I Don’t Know What You See In Me

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Character: Pietro Maximoff

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Fem!Reader (Pietro calls reader Princessa)

Summary: You have a bad day and can’t stand the sight of yourself, so you hide in bed, under the covers so you have no chance of seeing your own reflection. That is until Pietro finds you.

Notes: I don’t own Marvel, MCU or Pietro Maximoff.

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Today was one of the days you hated. No, that’s not it. Today was one of the days where you just hated everything about yourself. So instead of doing anything, you get back into bed, crying, covering yourself with all of the sheets.

A few hours later, Pietro comes home. He looks for you in the kitchen, the living room and your office, but it doesn’t take long for him to find you covered head to toe by the sheets of your shared bed.

He walks over and pulls back the covers, “Hi princessa. Bad day?”

“Pietro, I can’t stand myself today,” you cried, not even bothering to fight to get the covers back. “It’s horrible. I feel like the whole world’s out to get me and every time I look in the mirror or see my reflection in anything, I burst into tears over how fat I am and how ugly I am. I don’t know what you see in me.”

“Princessa,” he says softly, lifting his hand to your face. You close your eyes at the touch; it feels so gentle and so comforting. “You’re perfect for me. I love how your eyes light up whenever you get really into something you’re talking about.” You open your eyes and look at him.

“I love how you feel when I hold you.” He moved his hand away from you and started to climb into the bed with you. “Your eyes are very pretty.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. “I love how beautiful your smile is. I love how kind and helpful you are.”

You smile a little and he can feel it so he keeps going, “You are the most beautiful person I know.”

You lift your hand up and put it on his chest as you say, “you don’t need to lie. I’m definitely not. You’re only saying that because you love me.”

“No, you are, at least to me,” he tells you quietly. “You are beautiful because I love you. And I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You put your arms around him, “thank you. You make me feel a little better. I just don’t know if I’m completely convinced.”

He kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. Once he finishes, he pulls you close and just holds you. “I love you, princessa,” he whispers.

[demontonic]

Masterlist

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Key: Angst🩶 Fluff🤍 Smut🖤 TW💜 Upcoming…

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Old Friends🩶🤍

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Headcanons🤍

Padame Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Blondie…

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Darth Vader

The apprentice…

Kylo Ren

Would you?🤍

best padawan…

Poe Dameron

Marvel

Steve Roggers

Bucky Barnes

Silver eyes…

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

blurb🖤

Natasha Romanoff

Mothers Know Best🩶🤍

What a woman…

Wanda Maximoff

Mothers Know Best🩶🤍

Pietro Maximoff

low and slow…

Peter Parker (TASM)

Pretty Boy��🖤

Peter Parker (MCU)

Miguel O’Hara

Moonknight

Mortal Kombat

(MK1: 🕷️ 2021 live action: 🕸️)

Liu Kang

God above…

Kung Lao

Raiden

Bi-Han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Kenshi Takahashi

Syzoth

Shang Tsung

Queen Sindel

Kitana

Mileena

Misc.

Ethan Landry

Perverted 1 - 2 - 3🤍🖤💜

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Thoughts🤍🖤💜

Charlie Walker

Headcanons🤍🖤

Cillian Murphy

Thomas Shelby

Dave Lizewski (kickass)

Sam Monroe

sweet dreams…

Rory Culkin

Hayden Christensen

The first time pt2🤍

Eddie Munson🤍🖤

[layla4567]

Imagine with Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Summary: You are a mutant with the power to grow plants, flowers or roots. Basically you manipulate nature at will. You always seemed to be on your own and didn't hang out with many people, but a certain boy with silver hair caught your eye. Too much

Warning: None, just cheesy love :)

I was in the school yard trying to find a good place to study quietly. It was supposed to be free time but I took the opportunity to review some notes in my notebook, so with my books in my arms hugging them I went downstairs and headed somewhere under the trees, but unfortunately my favorite place was taken by Jean and Scott. It was a hundred-year-old cherry tree with beautiful pink flowers that fell to the ground in a showy carpet of petals. I didn't want to bother them even though they were my friends, so I tried to look for other empty trees that are far from people, I can't concentrate if I have people around me talking loudly. Sick of not finding a good spot and inwardly cursing my bad luck, I leaned my back against the outer wall on the west side of the school and sat like a Buddha.

I was quite hidden from the other students thanks to the massive walls of the mansion. In front of me there were more trees that expanded in a forest and nobody near me. Perfect I thought, I enjoyed my solitude even though not many understood it. It's not that I don't like to be with someone, but from time to time I needed some alone time with myself.

I was reading my history notes when in the distance I heard Peter's shrill laugh. He was a few meters away from me but I had good acute hearing. Of course he couldn't see me since I was hidden behind the wall, but I could see him. Slowly I got up and stuck my head out a bit to spy on him. His back was to me and he was talking to a blonde girl, I don't know what they were talking about but it must have been something very funny because they were both laughing heartily.

I felt my cheeks burn and frowned, Peter was on his hips while that blonde played with her hair and looked at him smiling. It's been a while since I had mixed feelings with Maximoff, was it love? no, no, impossible. I pushed that silly idea out of my head. How could I like Peter? He was a hyperactive idiot who likes to run fast and can't sit still, as well as playing practical jokes. Oh but when he smiles.. It's like the day is brighter or the sun shines brighter with diamond intensity, and those cute dimples on the side of his cheeks make him look adorable...! No! Stop __! I can't fall for his charms, not now!

While trying to get those thoughts out of my head, I noticed how the girl was getting closer and closer to him. Alarmed, I slightly extended my hand towards where the two of them were and concentrated on the vibrations of the earth to extract roots from it. I slowly raised them until they reached Peter's wrist which now rested on the side of his hip. I mentally ordered them to hold on to his hand firmly but without hurting him and with a downward yank with my clenched fist I sent Maximoff sprawling to the ground.

The boy was so focused on talking and everything happened so fast that he didn't feel anything and when he wanted to realize it he was already lying on the ground with his hands resting on the grass so as not to break his jaw

"What the fu-" -He exclaimed in surprise as he looked everywhere trying to figure out what happened.

All he saw was people cracking up, including the blonde girl he was talking to, except for a brown head poking out of the corner of the school walls.

Annoyed, he jumped to his feet and said addressing Laura, the girl he was talking to

"Excuse me for a second, I have unfinished business"- He said smiling and then with a buzz he ran away and disappeared from where he was.

¡Oh no he saw me I'm sure he saw me damn! I thought. I was wondering fearfully where he had gone when I turned around and the notebooks I still had in my arms fell from fright.

"AHH PETER!! ¡Don't do that!"- I yelled closing my eyes and covering my face

The sprinter had stopped right in front of me looking at me funny and with crossed arms

"I could tell you the same. Since when do you humiliate handsome guys in front of everyone?"

I rolled my eyes in frustration, now I would have to put up with his sermons camouflaged as immature flirtations.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"- I bent down to pick up my books but he was faster

"Don't play dumb __, I don't know any other student who can do what you do, which by the way is a very nice superpower"- He handed me the books with a sly smile, the one I knew so well and that made me blush.

"T-thank you.."

The only thing I could do was mumble a thank you, trying to hide my face with my hair so that my blushing would not show.

"Also, I know you're dying for me, or do you think I don't realize how you look at me sometimes in class? But don't worry, your secret is safe with me"- He winked

I opened my eyes in surprise and sighed annoyed to turn around, but as soon as I took a step forward, Peter came back in front of me at the speed of light, making my hair fly a little because of the speed and the wind.

I was startled a little and closed my eyes angrily

"Stop it Maximoff, you stress me out"- When I opened my eyes, he was still standing with that stupid smile that I loved and hated at the same time, it seemed that he liked to make me angry.

´"Ugh don't call me Maximoff, you sound like my mom"- then he made a disgusted face that made me laugh

"Aww see? You really love me"- and he pointed a finger towards my face touching my cheek while pouting

I quickly removed his finger while I kept smiling sideways

"Ok, enough of the talk, I need to study, so if you don't have anything else to say, go away."

"Whoa whoa ok the cat is sticking out its claws, well I won't bother you anymore if that's what you want"

"Thanks"- I slid back down the wall to sit down again while my eyes were focused on my handwriting.

Peter was already turning to leave when he quickly turns to me and yells at me.

"Jealousy!"- And he disappeared as if he had teleported away before I could hit him.

"Peter Maximoff!!"- I yelled but it was useless, I yelled into the air because he had already left

I went back to concentrating on reading as best I could but I was still upset, he always seemed to get his way. Jealous, me? yes of course.. I laughed ironically

but not even 30 seconds had passed when suddenly I felt something warm on my cheek, it was a quick soft touch as if someone had kissed me..

..Peter...

I couldn't help but smile tenderly at that display of affection. Damn dumbass and adorable Pet, I couldn't get mad at him. Even with a smile on my lips, I continued reading in silence.

"Hey did you see that?"

"See what? oh wait I know don't tell me let me guess, Peter and __ bothering again, right?"

"Bingo! I don't know when they're going to take the first step, it's obvious that they like each other"- Said Jean biting into an apple

"Leave them, they love each other in their own way"- Scott said as he played with a stone, throwing it into the air to catch it again.

"Oh you mean Peter talking to girls and __ getting jealous while hitting him with her magical roots?"

They both burst out laughing imagining the scene.

"Yep, so romantic"- He laughed

And so they both stayed laughing under the cherry tree and looking at the two almost lovebirds, each one in a corner of the yard.

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i know, i know i said I wouldn't do this again but guess what? I have a lot of free time and wattpad one shots tempt me

[averysmolbear]

A Second Chance

CW: This is pretty self ship coded. It's vaguely fluffy so not really a need for a ton of tags, I'd think. It's a female reader fic. I'd say the reader and Pietro would be around in their twenties. It's definitely part of a possible series of one shots so it's the beginnings of a friends to lovers type situation. The only thing that could be maybe triggering is the kind of vague mentions of Pietro feeling "trapped" and the reader is there to kind of psychoanalyze him to a certain degree. I'm not sure how else to word that honestly.

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Pairing: F!Reader x Pietro Maximoff

Word count: ~2.3k

Just a quick note that this would be well after Age of Ultron and I don't care if it's unrealistic, Pietro survived what happened in that movie because I said so (and yeah, that means this is the MCU version of Pietro, not the one in the X-Men movies) so prepare to suspend your disbelief or something. Or don't. I can't tell you what to do. This also means that the reader works for whatever entity really kind of popped up after AoU that the Avengers would sort of be working for before Captain America: Civil War.

Pietro Maximoff felt like an animal trapped in a cage. He didn’t know why they were keeping him locked away. He had healed and was ready to get back out into the world. He felt like they had to know this, especially with all of their incessant poking and prodding. Whenever he asked someone anything, his questions were brushed aside and they would reassure him that he would be out of there before long. And then the cycle would repeat and Pietro would be left alone in the sterile room that reminded him of his time with HYDRA more than he let on.

It wasn’t the fact that he was getting antsy that pushed Pietro to ask when they were going to let him out. His sister needed him, didn’t she? At this point he was starting to doubt that Wanda was aware he was alive, although maybe that was the reason they were keeping him inside. Maybe they weren’t sure how to break it to her that Pietro had survived. It didn’t matter what the reason was though because he knew that eventually they were going to have to let him out and he wasn’t going to waste any time getting as far from this place as he could when that time came.

He paced the length of the room, moving at a natural speed for once. When he first woke up and was moved to his current room, he would run from one end of the room to the other. It didn’t take long before Pietro realized it wouldn’t do him any good. He wasn’t getting out and it only wasted his energy to zip around the room. At the moment he didn’t want to waste any energy on running around the small space but he felt that pent up energy building up and he hated that he didn’t have a proper outlet for it.

When someone knocked on his door, Pietro ignored it. It was common for someone to knock before dropping off food. If it was a doctor, they would enter without his permission anyway. He waited for the slot in the door to open and a tray to slide on to the ledge on his side of the door. It seemed too early for lunch but it wasn’t as if the speedster had any concept of time. He didn’t know how many days had passed, losing count quickly. He didn’t have the patience to keep track after a week had passed but he assumed he had been there for at least a month, maybe longer.

There was a second, more insistent knock on the door and this time Pietro moved cautiously but curiously toward it. No one knocked more than once and he thought that the sound held some level of urgency to it. His head tilted slightly as he listened at the door, not sure he would be able to tell who was on the other side if he tried. Someone knocked again and with a sigh, Pietro finally asked who it was. It was clear they wanted his attention and now they had it, not that he cared too much about who it might be.

“Pietro?”

He noted that the voice wasn’t familiar but it was soft and feminine and youthful. It wasn’t someone he had met before, as far as he could tell. They sounded hesitant which caught his attention more than the knocking. Not many people around this place were hesitant around him. Most seemed to know that there was security everywhere and he wasn’t a threat. He stepped closer to the door when he noticed the little slot had opened. He could see someone peeking inside but he didn’t recognize them. Pietro didn’t say anything but he did place a hand on the door, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I’m going to assume you can hear me, Pietro,” you continued. You cleared your throat. “My name is (y/n). Can I … can I come in?”

Pietro’s brows furrowed but he quietly backed away from the door. His new visitor had him too curious to not let her inside. He moved over to the bed and sat down but didn’t speak. He could be at the door and out of the room before anyone realized what was happening but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Still he was being stubborn, not wanting to give anyone anything that they could use against him. If they were going to try to use him for who knew what, Pietro was going to make them work for it.

You walked in, opening the door wide enough to be able to slip in. The heavy door slammed shut behind you, making her jump as you heard the door lock, but you didn’t look back at the door. Your eyes were intently fixed on Pietro as soon as you saw him. Someone on the other side of the door gruffly told you that you had 15 minutes before they would come in and you muttered a curse under her breath. 

Pietro noted that when you had whispered, it hadn’t been in English and for a moment he wondered what language it was. It sounded roughly like Sokovian but not enough that he was certain he recognized the language. He wasn’t curious enough to ask however. You bit your lip as you stayed near the door, looking him over slowly.

Pietro folded his arms across his chest but still didn’t speak. Instead he fixed you with an intense glare, his brows pulled tightly and a scowl on his face. You were pretty, which he noticed immediately, but he wasn’t going to let them lull him into a false sense of security. He might have been a flirt but he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t sure who had taken him in, SHIELD or HYDRA, and Pietro wasn’t sure he trusted either of them. That meant he wasn’t sure if he trusted you since he had no idea what your intentions were.

You swallowed thickly as your gaze turned down toward the floor. You weren't trembling but you looked close to it as you slipped your hands into the front pockets of your jeans. You stayed close to the door, timidly glancing at Pietro before looking away when your eyes met. Clearing your throat, you found your voice. “My name’s (y/n),” you repeated, not sure if he had heard you. Your gaze flitted around the room now to avoid making eye contact. “I’m here to talk.”

Pietro rolled his eyes, his arms still folded across his chest as he let out a sigh. He wasn’t sure he trusted that you were as timid as you seemed. It could have been an act. The fact that you seemed afraid of him annoyed the speedster as well. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you. “I’m not feeling very talkative,” he bitterly said. “After all it’s hard to want to talk to people who keep me locked away in a cage.”

“Oh …” You looked up and stopped short at the look on Pietro’s face. Your lips curled up in a brief smile, trying to show you were there to help. Your hands fell to your sides and you shook your head. Your face softened as you took a couple of steps away from the door although you still kept some distance between yourself and the speedster. “I … I don’t think that’s what they’re trying to do here, Pietro.”

He watched as you moved toward him, his arms falling to his sides. He was still cautious so he stayed where he was, not wanting to let his guard down too soon. He especially didn’t want to let his guard down to a pretty face only to have it backfire. It was better to keep a bit of cautious optimism for the moment. Pietro wasn’t sure what you were doing there after all. He hoped that if he said as little as possible, you would tell him what he wanted to know. It seemed to be working so far although he wasn’t sure if you were as concerned about him as you appeared to be. He supposed it would be easy enough for someone to fake concern.

You swallowed hard again and took another couple of steps until you were standing at the foot of the bed where Pietro sat. “I can’t help you if you won’t let me,” you softly said, your gaze still locked with his for the moment. You bit her lip and nodded to the bed, finally glancing away from Pietro. “May I sit?”

Pietro silently nodded and watched as you carefully sat down. You seemed like you were both terrified and worried. He wondered which would take precedence, although it seemed like it was going to be your concern for his well-being. He felt his features melt into something less intimidating but he didn’t speak, still not sure he could trust you.

Even if part of him wanted nothing more than to trust you. Pietro knew, in the back of his mind, that he could use a friend.

You sighed, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sure all of this has been very difficult for you. I don’t doubt that it feels a lot like we’re keeping you here against your will,” you said, nodding your head slightly as you spoke. “I know that you have no reason to trust me but I promise that I won’t lie to you, Pietro. If it was up to me, we’d be having this talk somewhere much more comfortable than this.”

You waited for Pietro to speak and when he didn’t, you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes roamed his face before you looked at your hands as they rested in your lap. You were too nervous to hold eye contact with him for long. “I don’t have much time but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m going to be coming by every day and I won’t stop trying until you open up to me,” you explained. 

You looked up and frowned at the distrust you saw in Pietro’s eyes. “I know how that sounds but I’m not going to try to break you. I’m barely a licensed therapist but that’s why I’m here. I need to evaluate you before they’ll agree that it’s safe to …” You shrugged, gesturing toward the door.

“Before they let me out of my cell.”

You looked up, your eyes widening as you shook your head. “No, Pietro. This isn’t a cell. You’re here for your safety,” you said, your frown deepening. “After what happened, well, no one was sure how you were going to react to being … alive.”

Pietro narrowed his eyes again and sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to let you tell him to trust you and then freely give you that trust. He knew your name but he didn’t know anything else about you. Clearly you knew about him or you wouldn’t have been there. He didn’t like being at a disadvantage like this. If you wanted his trust, you were going to have to earn it.

You bit her lip as Pietro sized you up, your cheeks heating up as you took a deep breath. You glanced toward the door briefly, knowing your time had to be dwindling faster than you would have liked. It wouldn’t be long before someone told you that your time was up and you knew you had barely gotten Pietro to speak to you. When you looked back at him again, you smiled shyly. “We have all of the time in the world. As much time as you need. So tell me how I can win your trust, Pietro.”

Pietro shook his head, shifting his weight as he moved away from you. He didn’t like the feeling of being psychoanalyzed, even if you claimed that you were ‘barely’ a therapist, and he didn’t like that you had piqued his interest. He leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, trying to look disinterested. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me,” you said with a quick shrug. Your voice was gentle and a bit timid. You tried to smile as you watched Pietro process what you were saying, hoping he would believe you. “It matters to my boss and his boss. It matters to a lot of people. If you can’t trust me, I don’t know when they’ll let you out of here. I just want to help get you out of this room and out somewhere that doesn’t feel so stifling.”

Pietro laughed humorlessly, rolling his eyes as he looked away. He wanted to trust you. He wanted to get out of this room because he was tired of staring at these same four walls. The problem was that Pietro didn’t know where to begin so he figured he could keep feigning disinterest until you told him something that made him feel safe with you. You seemed unassuming but it didn’t mean you were. Pietro was well aware of that.

“I’ll come back later and see if you feel more talkative then,” you said with a nod. You slowly stood, pausing as you watched Pietro. Your smile grew a bit as he looked at you but it was still timid. “I think we’re going to get along if you’ll trust me. I think we can help each other actually. You just have to trust me.”

Pietro watched as you walked to the door. He debated for a split second whether or not he should push you aside when the door opened to let you out but he stayed where he was. He was still staring at the door after it closed behind you. He didn’t know if he could trust you but there was something that was telling him to try. Maybe it wouldn’t lead to anything but if he could get out of this place, he knew he couldn’t keep being so stubborn about this for long. Eventually you would stop trying and Pietro wasn’t sure what would happen to him after that. 

He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out either.

[puppy-coded]

3: Snowman Building Competition{P.M.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: google translated russian

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pietro maximoff x gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: .6k words

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Пчелка -> Pchelka[kinda pronounced like "cholka"] -> little bee(let me have this, it's cute. also, i trust google translate for small stuff like this, come at me /j)

Pietro missed Sokovia. Yeah, sure, he had bad memories there with Hydra an all but he really just missed the snow and the cold. It didn't snow in New York like it did back home.

Until now.

The stuff was coming down from the sky by the bucketful it seemed like. Pietro watched it like a little kid, literally vibrating with excitement.

You walked yourself into the freezing cold and forced yourself to have a good time for your boyfriend.

It's cold as balls but you got this. Probably.

"What is wrong Пчелка?" Pietro asked, coming out and zipping up his light jacket.

"Freezin' m' balls off." You told him, trying to sink deeper into your heavy winter coat.

Pietro chuckled at your grumpiness and pulled you into his side. "Can you hear what Wanda and I used to do as small children?" Pietro asked. He just wanted to make sure he was allowed to tell the story.

You smiled up at your boyfriend and nodded. "You're always allowed to tell me stories Speedy."

Pietro smiled and got noticeably more excited, which you had no idea was possible. "Okay so. She and me would go and build these little men of snow. We would see who was best always. It was fun."

Your head snapped up at the story. "We should totally call Wanda and have a snowman building competition. It'll be fun!" You said happily.

Pietro nodded. "Yes. Fun. Wanda always lost anyway." He smiled. "Come. Let us go in."

You zoomed into the tower almost as fast as Pietro could. It felt nice to be in the warmth of the tower again. You never wanted to leave.

Pietro, however, called for his sister. He spoke to her in Russian and you couldn't really tell what they were saying, you still had to make time to learn the language, but you could only assume they went to go build snowmen when they went outside. They ran together with large smiles on their faces, clearly excited abut whatever they were talking about.

You decided, as the supportive girlfriend, to stay inside and drink hot chocolate. Maybe shower while they built their snowmen.

You didn't, but you thought about it.

Instead you made a lot of hot chocolate for yourself on the stove so it would be extra hot(no, it really just feels fancier to make hot chocolate on the stove instead) and put your newly made drink into a thermos. You put your layers back on and went outside to watch the twins build their snowmen.

They turned into a "who has better powers" contest but it was still entertaining.

They were done after about thirty minutes and they both stood next to their snowmen proudly.

Pietro's snowman had dirt, rocks, and grass in it but he was cute when he was proud of himself. You wouldn't let him have it.

Wanda's looked like a movie prop. It was almost perfect, even the sticks she used were perfect for the arms.

"Who wins?" Wanda asked, a little impatiently. "I want to know."

You took a long, pretentious slurp from your thermos while you nodded your head in mock-thought. "Wanda wins." You responded after a few seconds.

Wanda jumped up and down excitedly, clearly taunting her brother in Russian. Pietro put a hand to his chest and acted wounded.

"Пчелка how could you?" He asked dramatically.

You shrugged. "Hers is better."

"I wins!" Wanda said happily.

"I'll get you next time," Pietro responded.

Yeah. That turned into bickering. Which turned into wrestling. Which turned into the twins both catching colds.

Wanda won, being the least whiney when she's sick too.

. . .

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[strangercarla]

Expect a Pietro imagine soon! It is a Pietro x Y/N as well as the guardians and the avengers!

[lexiepoch]

Pietro Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Well, if you'd woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it four more times."

Word Count: 292

As you swing your foot back to kick at the sleeping boy at your feet for the sixth time, he rolls over and swats at your ankle. “I’m awake, Y/n. Why did you kick me five times? Was there reason?” he groans. 

“Well, if you’d woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times. Get over it and get up. We have got a long day ahead of us. Stevie told me you need to work on dodging fast moving objects and hand to hand combat before lunch. Go get something to eat and meet me in the gym in thirty.”  you say, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Who’s Stevie?” he asks, confused.

“Steve Rogers? Captain America. He’s one of my best friends so I’m allowed to call him Stevie. Now let’s go, Pietro. There’s lots of stuff to do and not nearly enough fucking time. Mornin’ Thor!” You call back to the boy before greeting the Asgardian walking down the hall.

“Good morning Miss. Y/L/N!” Thor returns the greeting loudly, smiling at you. “Good morning to you as well young Pietro.” Thor nods at the speedster who still sits on the floor in a haze of exhaustion.

“Hello? Anyone home?” you rap harshly on the boy’s head with your knuckles, getting his attention. “That’s better. Now, get moving, kid.” you say.

“Y/n?” he asks as you walk out the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can we make the half hour forty five minutes instead? I want to go for a run.”

You smile at him and nod. “Sure thing kid. I’ll see you in forty five in the gym.”

“Thank you!” he calls after you as you walk down the hall. 

[marshatesthisreality]

dating pietro maximoff headcanons

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut and kinks

this is my work so please don't steal it, translate it, or repost on a different website

overprotective and gets jealous easily, like if someone looks at you for a second too long he'll pick you up and speed away

usually dom but if he had a long day he lets you be dom

you: little spoon, him: big spoon

your nicknames for him: babe, piet, speedy, lightning mcqueen, prince, cara mia

his nicknames for you: darling, love/amor, princessa, sweetheart, baby

having picnic dates

his speed comes in handy with ✨other things✨

him doing your hair for you

when your sick he'd try to make breakfast for you but would fail

spending all his money on you

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

OMG OMG SO I FINISHED READING YOUR MOST RECENT PETER FIC AND IM OBSESSED SO OMG I was wondering how you think pietro would react in that situation?? If he saw you flirting with another avenger? Maybe you coukd write something on that if that's okay?

hii!! AAAHHH THANK YOU!! and of course, love it :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 I used steve, just bc he’s a total sweetheart and wanted to include him in something bc I love him

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Pietro Maximoff x f reader

wc || 795

warnings || none?

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link for the quill fic, if anyone’s interested

Pietro is the kind of guy that was often hard to read, the sort that hid his thoughts and feelings behind snarky expressions and remarks. Near enough impossible to get a sneak peek inside his brain. 

Recently things have taken a little turn in your platonic relationship. Ever so slowly moving towards the more romantic side. The thing is, you were both stubborn when it came to sharing emotions. Neither of you wanted to be the first in case the feeling wasn't mutual, even though it was clear you were really into one another.

It was coming to the stage where it began to get slightly awkward, the part of the relationship where it became somewhat tiresome. You wanted Pietro to crack first, much like how he wanted you to.

So today, after a quiet day at the compound, you join the rest of the team in the communal area, blending in seamlessly with a bottle of beer as you sit between Steve and Clint. Turning to face Clint, you see him emersed in conversation with Natasha, so you twist back around, noticing Steve sitting quietly to himself. "How's you?" you sweetly ask, politely including him. 

"I'm doing good, thank you," he smiles, crossing his leg towards you, getting more comfortable. " How are you?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, thanks. Just a long day," you reply, leaning a little closer so he could hear you over the loud private conversations that filled the room.

Glancing over to the kitchen, out of the corner of your eye, you see Pietro make his way over with a bottle in hand, talking with Wanda. You discreetly follow his movements as you continue your conversation with Steve, peering over every thirty seconds, trying not to make your gaze obvious. 

"How did that house viewing go? That place in Brooklyn," you ask, speaking with genuine interest.

"I don't think it was the one for me. There'll be more, right?" Steve rhetorically asks with a wry smile, his beer bottle pressed under his chin.

Peeking over at Pietro, you see an expression you hadn't yet seen before, something bitter. He isn't usually the envious type, but when he notices you and Steve sitting so close together, with your legs crossed towards each other? That's when his mind starts to wander.

There was no reason for Pietro to be jealous as there's nothing going on between you and Steve. He's a generally sweet person to talk to, just all-around good company. But by the way, Pietro's eyes squint in focus told you he didn't quite understand that.

You watch him stealthily, secretly glancing over every time you take a sip from your bottle, waiting somewhat patiently for Pietro to say what was bothering him. He didn't have to speak in order for you to understand his displeasure, the envious expression on his face telling you multitudes.

"I'll be right back," Steve says, leaning closer at a friendly distance for you to hear him. "I've been summoned," he chuckles, excusing himself as he walks towards the kitchen. 

You scratch the side of your head, discreetly looking over to Pietro to see if he's still staring. To your surprise, he was gone. Searching around, you spot the back of him as he's about to leave the room.

You place your beer on the coffee table and subtly chase after him. "Pietro," you whisper, making your way down the corridor. "Pietro," you say again, slightly louder.

"Milovat," the familiar voice of Pietro calls. Following the sound, you see him leaning with his back against the wall, arms folded. "Wondering when you were gonna show up," he smirks, his gaze following you as you rest against the opposite wall. 

"You knew I'd follow you?" 

"Hm," he grins, nodding cutely. "Kinda counting on it. Why are you being so hard to get, draga?"

"Me?" you reply, your tone sounding offended. "No, that's you,"

"Nuh-uh," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "What's with all these games?"

"I'm not playing games, P. I don't-- I don't like games," you say sincerely, eyes softening. 

"With Steve back there," he points with his head, nodding backwards.

"We were just talking... he seemed sad," you speak sweetly, trying to reassure him. 

"Really?" he asks, his eyes sweetly widen as he straightens from the wall. "You're not just saying that?" slowly making his way over to you.

"Yeah, I mean it. I don't like him in that way," 

"Then who do you like?" he asks suggestively, standing a foot away. 

"Who do you like?" you tease, trying to coax him into answering first.

"You're so stubborn, draga," he grins as his hands reach for your face, cupping around your cheeks. He leans forward slightly, kissing the tip of your nose. Whispering. "You."

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Female!Reader

Genre: One-shot, fluff

Warnings: Short asf

Summary: After a few, long weeks of both you and Pietro Maximoff unable to spend a lot of lone time together, you both go on a car ride.

Word count: 530

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The compound was known to be a little chaotic every now and then, it was filled with egotistical, stubborn and sometimes even argumentative people. Sure, sometimes there were times when the team could be civil with one another, there were times where arguments could sprout from the smallest of things.

Not only do arguments arise out of nowhere in the new place you call home, but accidents and injuries occur almost every other day. Whether it be from the Hulk breaking through Bruce’s attempt at staying calm, powers getting out of control or Stark’s inventions going haywire and destroying his lab, someone would eventually get hurt at least once when living at the Avengers Compound.

It was a silent agreement you signed up for when moving in. If you knew it or not, it was your problem.

So, when the team - more specifically, Tony and Bruce - grew interested in the powers you developed and didn’t quite understand yet, you found yourself getting poked and prodded with different tools and questions for the two scientists to understand these abilities you held.

Unfortunately, this had led to you and your boyfriend being forced to spend less and less time together from the endless times you’ve been summoned to Bruce and Tony’s lab, alongside the whole thing of you being bombarded with queries.

Therefore, the amount of places you and Pietro could hang out together slimmed and slimmed each day, it seemed like you could be found wherever you were in the Compound. Thus led you and Pietro to head out whenever you wanted to hang around with just one another.

Tonight was another one of these nights.

Only this time you had pulled over on the side of a secluded road, you had ended up straddling the speedsters lap, his hands holding onto your waist. You had one of your hands just by his jaw, fingers lightly brushing against his stubble, an action simply to make the moment that much more intimate, like you’d been starved of his touch for years. Pietro had to angle his head upwards, making sure he could meet your supple lips, every once in a while he would tuck your hair behind your ear when it fell in your face.

“I’ve missed you.” Pietro had muttered out, his soft lips brushing against yours when he spoke. “Missed you so much…”

You let out a quiet laugh when he said that, looking down at him, your eyes locking with his icy blue orbs. “I’ve been by your side all day.”

“But I haven’t been able to kiss you without someone walking in.” He grumbled out with a hint of annoyance, it seemed like he was taking the whole being unable to kiss you whenever and however he wanted was irritating him more than you.

“Poor you.” You said with a small laugh, leaning down and pressing your lips against his once more. “But I’m the one who’s getting dragged into the lab.”

He was more than happy to kiss you back, but he scowled when you mentioned the lab. “I’ll drag you back out next time.”

“Alright, Maximoff, whatever you say.” You said with a grin, your nose rubbing against his before you leaned in to kiss him.

Masterlist

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Sing Me to Sleep

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Characters: Pietro Maximoff, reader (Pietro calls reader princessa)

Summary: one time Pietro sings you to sleep and one time you sing him to sleep

Notes: This was written for Day 16’s prompt for Flufftober 2023: singing each other to sleep. @flufftober

I don’t own Pietro Maximoff, Marvel comics, or the MCU.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here.

1.

You woke up from a nightmare; frightened, panicked, sweating and trying to catch your breath. It was more than likely you wouldn’t be able to get to sleep again anytime soon; your emotions were too high for that.

You sat up, with a few tears falling down your cheeks. You needed comfort and to know you were safe. Instead of lying back down and trying to sleep, you went to find your friend, Pietro. He lived a few doors away in the compound.

When you got to his door, you knocked lightly. It was only a few seconds before the door opened to reveal a wide awake Pietro Maximoff. He had only looked at you a couple of seconds before he pulled you into a tight hug and ushered you inside.

“Stay with me, princessa,” Pietro whispered as he brought you over to his bed, laying you down underneath the covers, before joining you and taking you into his arms. “You’re safe with me.”

You hummed in response and wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him close. “Please sing to me something from Sokovia. Please.”

For the next few moments as you calmed down again, your best friend sang a soft lullaby from Sokovia to you. He softly started running one of his hands through your hair.

Soon, you were fast asleep in the arms of your best friend.

2.

You heard someone at your door. You looked at the clock, seeing that it’s later than you had expected. The time flew by and you hadn’t even realised that the team would’ve been back for a while.

You got up and opened the door to see none other than your best friend. “Pietro, I’m so happy to see you.” As you were saying this you threw your arms around him and pulled him in.

“Princessa, I texted you before, but you never answered.”

You picked up your phone as you both sat on your bed. When you opened it, you saw a few notifications and realised, “I think my phone is on silent. I completely missed the notifications.”

“It’s ok,” he told you as he looked around. “Must’ve been distracted.”

“Yeah, I was. I was watching some movies. Would you like to join me?”

“Of course, princessa.” You loved it when he called you that, and how it sounds with his accent.

You both moved to more comfortable positions on the bed, sitting against the headboard with his arm around your shoulders as you put the movie on.

You got about halfway through the movie when you felt Pietro’s head rest against your shoulder.

“Tired, are you?”

He hummed in response.

“Do you want to stay here? We can share the bed.”

He hummed again and you looked down to see his eyes closed.

“Pietro, love, I need you to open your eyes.”

He opened his eyes slightly and you gestured to the bed, “lie down. It’s more comfortable.”

You both moved so you were lying down and you pulled him towards you. You started humming a tune you both loved and ran your hand through his hair, until you heard his breathing even out.

You kissed the top of his head and held him closer to you, before you fell asleep as well.

[mrsbrookemunson]

Fics:

Request #1: (gn!reader) — “I had an idea for Pietro Maximoff, maybe where like y/n is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and she's with Clint (I don't mean romantically, I mean like on a mission) in that scene where he knocks Clint down and says "you didn't see that coming?" And when he's about to speed of he gets distracted by y/n and then Clint almost shoots him so he leaves but after that he can't stop thinking about y/n.”

Series:

[layla4567]

i'M NOT DOING IT

Evan's quicksilver x fem!reader

Summary: The girls (mainly Rogue and you) have the idea of ​​recreating their favorite movie at school for a day. With the proviso that everyone must be dressed in keeping with the theme, and you hope that a certain sprinter will too Warnings: p in v, virgin reader, teasing, suggestive, also fluff Word count: 4k

A/N: I clarify just in case that the personalities of some secondary characters I don't remember so much so I basically invented some things

Rogue shared a room with me and what we liked to do the most was watch old movies, especially "Grease", it was our favorite. We loved the music and the clothes that people wore at that time. We were actually watching it for the fifth time lying on our bellies on the mattress with our elbows propped up on soft pillows and our faces resting on our palms when out of the blue the idea struck me.

"Hey, wouldn't it be great to host a day like Grease?"

"A day like Grease? What are you talking about?"-She asked me confused without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Yes, I mean…"-I straightened up a bit to get a better look at her face- "A whole day dressed as the characters from the movie, we can even decorate the whole school!"

Now Rogue was looking at me with interest.

"And do you think others would like the idea? You know how difficult it is to agree with everyone"

"Well, we'll try! And if they don't want to, we will force them!"

I got up on my knees and slammed my fist against my hand in a determined gesture that made my friend laugh.

Then I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV

"Hey!"

And then I stood up on the bed and started jumping up and down, then jumped down and grabbed Rogue's arm.

"Come on! we have to prepare everything!!"

"Woah, woah wait, now? I thought we would organize it in a few days"

"Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today"-I wink at her and drag her through the halls giggling

We were chatting in the aisles planning what we were going to buy when we felt a breeze pass in front of us and as if it were an apparition Peter Maximoff stood in front of us with his arms on his hips.

"Hello ladies, what are you doing?"

Peter looked from me to Rogue with a suspicious look and a playful smile.

Peter and i had been dating for a couple of weeks and he always followed me around like a little dog. It's not that he controlled me or was toxic but sometimes he got bored and he liked to know what I was doing and if I could do it with him

"Why do you want to know, to ruin our plans?"-Rogue crossed his arms.

Peter chuckled

"Why do I always think that I want to do bad things?"

And after saying that, the sprinter looked at me with a mischievous smile and raised eyebrows. Why did he always have to misthink everything? I rolled my eyes

"Anyway, Y/n I'm going to look for the other girls to go buy things, we'll wait for you at the entrance of the mansion"- Anna patted me on the shoulder and walked quickly away waving her white locks of hair.

Quicksilver put his hands in the pockets of his silver jacket and looked at me curiously.

"So, May I know what you have to buy?"

"How nosy you are, my dear"

"And so you love me"-he winked

I pushed my cheek with my tongue trying to suppress a smile, Peter knew that I couldn't get mad at him because as he said, I adore him that annoying.

"Ok you win, I'll tell you but promise me that you will join our plans without complaining"

Peter looked at me skeptically and pretended to think about it.

"Fine, spit it out"

"Anna and I are planning to recreate the Grease movie and dress up as the characters from the movie as well as decorate the place with some things."-I said with a beaming smile as I did a little dance.

Peter let out such a laugh that he put his hand to his stomach while bending his entire torso forward

"Don't count me in"-he said while wiping away his tears

I looked serious and indignant at Peter, typical of him always making promises that he doesn't know how to keep..

"But you said you would join!"

"Yeah..I should have thought better of it"

"Peter Maximoff!!"-I exclaimed angrily

Peter hated it when she called him by his full name to get his attention, and it always worked.

"Ok, ok, don't get mad, I'll join on the condition that you give me a kiss"

"How immature you are"

Pet looked at me with puppy dog ​​eyes and pouted. Was he trying to hurt me with that?

"Ugh, not the puppy eyes again"-I sighed

I grabbed Maximof by the face and gave him a tender kiss on the tip of his nose which tickled him and made him laugh, he kept insisting that I give him more kisses so I kissed his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips. But it was a quick kiss that made Peter give me a disappointed and sad "Oh." He expected something more.

"You will have to wait until you find me in the courtyard when everything is ready"-I blew Peter a flying kiss as I walked away smiling

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I met up with Rogue, Jean and Jubilee to go thrift store shopping. It had taken some convincing for Jean but we did it on the condition that she would not wear skirts or dresses. We headed for the city with the old Renault Jubilee. We not only had to buy clothes for ourselves but also for our colleagues, well, at least those who wanted to participate and if we couldn't buy for everyone, we agreed that those who wanted to participate could wear their own clothes but that they should be as vintage as possible. We entered all the stores we could find and bought dresses, blouses, jackets and also pennants and old posters of singers, I was even able to get a vinyl in almost perfect condition.

Jubilee chose a leather jacket and a white skirt with red polka dots, while I opted for an outfit quite similar to Sandy's in the final scene of the film. Rogue, who was by my side looking at the dresses, praised (in her own way) the black leather leggings that I had grabbed.

"Those leggings are going to look great on you, they'll mark your ass and you'll make Peter follow you behind drooling like a dog"

The girl's comment made the others burst into laughter.

"Anna!"-I screamed as I felt my cheeks turn red.

"Come on, you have to admit that you have Peter eating out of the palm of your hand, he would do anything for you or he wouldn't have agreed to do this."-Jean replied

I smiled proudly, Peter despite being a stressful nuisance at times, I knew that he loved me with all his being and that love was mutual. But I couldn't help but laugh too when imagining him melting just by seeing me in a set of clothes like that.

We finished buying everything we needed and then headed over to Jubilee's cousin's house to rent a food truck just like in the movie. In the meantime, Charles and the other teachers were supposed to be setting up game booths like a real fair. Jubilee's cousin's house wasn't that far but the main problem was trying to get the food truck to the mansion.

"Well, I think we didn't think things through.."-said Jean with his usual pessimism

"What the hell do we do now?"-Said Jubilee

"Don't worry, I'll call Peter, he can bring his car and we'll hitch the truck from behind"

I dialed Pet's number and as always he didn't take long to answer, he was a real sprinter for everything.

"Hey babe, what's up?

"Hi honey, I think we need help with a little matter."

"Aww, do you need me so fast?"

I could feel Peter smile through the phone

"Just this once, I need you to bring your car"

After giving him the address of the house, I barely hung up the phone when we heard the noise of an engine purring behind us and Peter honking with that smirk he always wore. Damn that's how he drove the streets? How unconscious.

"Peter to rescue, uh? What do you need now?"-he said as he got out of the car

"We need you to take this food truck to the mansion, please, will you?"-Jean said

Quicksilver looked surprised at the food truck and whistled but then he chuckled and said

"That's a piece of cake, count me in ladies"

The boy was about to run towards the truck when Jean stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"But! like a normal person would, no super speed"

"How boring.."

Peter made a disgusted face but then he helped us with everything we needed, he started his car. Peter and I were in the lead with the food truck hitched to the back and the girls following closely behind us in Jubilee's car.

It was obvious that Peter was making great efforts not to exceed the speed. It's just that Peter loved his superpower so much that he used it whenever he could and if he didn't, he was terribly bored. Along the way Peter was trying to figure out what we had bought by looking sideways at the bags on my lap but I didn't give him a chance to guess.

"Come on babe let me see what it is"-He said as he put an arm around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's a surprise"-I said leaning on his shoulder

"And wouldn't you do it for a pretty boy like me?"

Peter kept taking quick glances at the bags but without losing concentration on the way.

"Bold of you to say you're pretty"

Maximoff did not resist and tried to put the hand that was around my shoulder into the bag that rested on my lap.

"No, Peter stop! You act like a child!"-I said annoying

I quickly pulled Pet's hand out of the bags and held it tightly between my legs, which was a bad idea because Peter gave me one of his typical smirks and began to gently caress his fingertips along my thighs that were discovered by the skirt that I was wearing

"Peter.."-I said in a warning tone

"You were right, this is more fun"

The sprinter moved closer to my crotch under my skirt and I had to squeeze his arm hard as he let out a contained growl. With all the peace of mind in the world with his free hand Peter now caressed the inner part of both my thighs while with the other hand resting on the steering wheel he drove the car

"I hate you"-I said controlling my gasps

"I know"

We were finally getting to the mansion so Peter stopped the torture but I was still blushing. We both got out of the car while the girls did the same and we unloaded the food truck in the school yard. The teachers worked in the stands assembling wooden stands and painting them. He could see that some were excited and others like Logan would rather sleep on a train track than do all that. I grabbed the bags before Peter knew it and ran with the other girls to our rooms to change.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Everything was almost finished, from the windows you could see the patio of the mansion full of game stalls like in fairs. It was impressive how they had finished everything so quickly but then I remembered that they had the great help of Quicksilver. Rogue and I were putting on our clothes. Anna had bought a pretty light blue dress with big white polka dots and she wore her hair loose and wavy with a light blue bow headband decorating her head. For my part, I had put on the black leather leggings with the black off-the-shoulder blouse and had curled my hair. I did a fancy spin in front of the mirror to which Rogue excitedly told me.

"My God y/n you are beautiful! You look like the real Sandy!!"

"And you are divine too!"

Anne was about to answer me when there was a knock on the door.

"If it's Peter I'll kill him"

I went to open the door and when I did my eyes widened in surprise. Stalls were Jean and Jubilee. The first one was wearing skinny jeans with the sleeve rolled up a bit to reach her calf and was wearing a white halter top with straps that tied at the neck and was white with small red polka dots. On the other hand, Jubilee wore a beautiful white skirt with red polka dots, the same one she had chosen in the store along with the leather jacket and also a red shirt tied with a bow in front at the navel. Jean wore a curly high ponytail and Jubilee had her hair loose and wavy like Anna.

"Wow.."

Anna who came behind me smiled broadly.

"The girls are beautiful, and you were right Jean, a dress would not have fit you as well as those pants"

"And with those hips that you have you will attract all eyes"-said Jubilee laughing as she bumped her hips against Jean's.

Jean pretended to be angry but couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Well girls, what do you think if we go to the yard to have a good time?"-I said

We all went out to the garden while I carried a basket with clothes in case someone wanted to dress and didn't have the right clothes. When we got out I could really appreciate what a wonderful job everyone had done. Each booth was identical to the one in the movie, they had even managed to recreate the "Shake Shack" where the protagonists dance at the end.

The girls went to order ice cream while I walked towards an arcade. Luckily I was wearing red heels with a wide and thick heel that allowed me to walk on the grass without ending up with the tip of the heel buried in the ground. Henry was manning the booth, I just had to knock over a stack of cans with a ping pong ball.

"Hey y/n, Do you want to try your luck?"

"Give me that ball now"-I said smiling confident

But when I was aiming to throw the ping pong ball I felt that someone had stopped next to me accompanied by a buzz. I was about to make a sarcastic comment about Peter as I turned my head to look at him but when I did the ball almost fell out of my hands. Peter was wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket and matching black pants, plus he had combed back (but no gel) that silver hair he always wore tousled. I didn't even try to suppress a smile, let alone the laughter that flowed from my lips.

"What's up John Travolta"-I said non-stop laughing

"Hey, I don't look so bad and you know it"-he said a little offended as he ran a hand through his hair

I hated to admit it but Peter was right, he looked so sexy in those clothes and I loved it when he ran his hand through his hair like that, but I would never say it out loud to him.

Without answering, I got ready to throw the cans. I usually didn't have a bad aim but that day it seemed like I had forgotten all skill, and to top it off, every time I missed a shot Peter booed me like he was on a soccer field.

"Can you stop doing that?"-I turned to face him furiously

"Nope"

was his mature response while he smiled innocently but his eyes showed mischief

"Ok, try it, I want to see you"

Peter grabbed the ball confidently and started knocking over the cans at full speed.

"No, not like that! that's cheating!"

"Of course not"-he made a face of indignation

"Uhm, actually she's right, it's against the rules"

"Ha!"-I shot Peter a triumphant look.

"Oh c'mon! What kind of rule is that?"

"I'm sorry, rules are rules"-Henry said

"Fine, but if he won you owe me a favor"

I was about to complain but stopped myself, remembering how annoying Peter can be if we don't come to an agreement. He would chase me around the mansion making annoying noises like a 6 year old.

So I gave him my place and he settled in to throw the ball. Even though he wasn't using his superpower, he had a great aim and managed to knock down all the cans without much effort. Henry clapped while Peter strutted around to make me angry.

"The winner can claim his prize"

Henry pointed out the prizes that were there. A panda bear stuffed animal, a Nerf gun, a box of chocolates among other things. Peter was tempted to claim the toy gun but opted for the panda bear

I widened my eyes in surprise, thinking that Peter would choose something else.

"For you"

Maximoff gave me the panda bear that was fairly large, when he proposed it could become very romantic

"Thank you"-I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear flirtatiously

I hugged the teddy bear tenderly as I made my way to the ice cream truck with Peter. He bought a strawberry ice cream for him, he offered me one too but I kindly declined

"You know? I must admit that your idea was not that bad, at least there is free food"

Peter said as he sucked on his ice cream that was threatening to melt while I chuckled.

Hearing Peter admit that I was right was the most satisfying thing in the world. And of course I would not miss the opportunity to tease him.

"Oh sorry, what did you say? I don't think I heard you right"-I said as I placed my open palm near my ear feigning deafness.

"Don't make me say it again"-he frowned

"Or what?"-I smiled mischievously

Peter smiled too as he tipped his ice cream up to my nose. I backed away yelling his name angrily as we started an unequal fight in which Peter wanted to continue smearing his ice cream on my face and I, with one hand grabbing my stuffed animal, tried to push Peter away with the other hand.

"Ok ok I give up!"-I said laughing with Pet

Suddenly the song "You're the one that I want" began to play through a speaker and I gave a scream of emotion that scared Peter and he looked at me as if something bad happened to me.

"Peter, that's my favorite song come let's dance!!"

And without waiting for an answer, I quickly dragged Peter to where the music was playing, which caused him to spill the ice cream on the grass. The other students had also gathered to dance to the song, Jubilee and Rogue were dancing together while Jean had partnered with Scott. I placed the panda bear that Peter had given me on a basket and began to move my hips and feet to the rhythm of the music, letting myself go. I would throw my head back making my curls bounce and move my shoulders gracefully. Peter was gawking at me, it seemed my tight leggings worked. He was somewhat embarrassing to dance in public but he happily joined me. Peter came up behind me following my movements from side to side with his hands on my hips. I turned around so I could place my hand on his shoulders while I clasped my hands behind his neck and we began to move our shoulders forward and backward, accompanying the movements with our torso.

The music was blaring so I quickly trotted over to the "Shake shack" with Peter following behind. I went up the stairs and forced Peter to his knees and then nudged my shoe into his shoulder which left Peter scrambling like a dog as he came up the stairs with a goofy grin on his face. When he stood up and the machine began to move from side to side like a mechanical bull, I hung over Pet like a monkey wrapping my legs around his hips as he hugged my back. We danced back and forth while the others watched us clapping to the rhythm of the song. I looked into Peter's eyes and he did too but I could tell how sometimes he looked down at my waist. My pelvis was brushing against his lower belly and Peter was trying very hard not to blush.

We continued dancing normally until the song ended and we went down exhausted from the "Shake shack"

Now I was the one strutting around in front of Peter walking around like I was a model. Peter had just noticed my black outfit with my red heels and matching lipstick, I couldn't tell but he thought I had a delicious figure. The other students had dispersed from the garden and were playing in the fair stalls or eating, some bored or tired returned to school. I sat on a bench while Peter did the same next to me.

"Not bad up there, huh?"

I leaned an arm on the back of the bench while crossing my legs and staring at him with a smile

"Are you saying it for you or for me?"

Peter made a funny face trying to appear nonchalant, expelling air through the lips making them sound like a trumpet.

"I say it for myself, obviously"

"Well I didn't see that you did much to dance other than not stop looking at my hips. Did you know that my eyes are up?"

I loved making Peter nervous, it was like giving him a taste of his own medicine since he always did the same to me

"Uhmm, yes of course uhmm"-Peter's cheeks turned pink-"W-would you like to go somewhere else? I think there is nothing to do here anymore"

I knew him. When Peter stuttered it was because he wanted to do dirty things.

"Mmh sure, why not"

Peter's countenance was no longer so red and a bright smile graced his face. Immediately afterwards, he lifted me up in his arms and holding my head so as not to suffer a whiplash, he took me running away from there without anyone noticing. In the blink of an eye I was sitting in the back of Peter's car, an old Falcon that he cared for like a pet.

Before I could say anything Peter stole my breath with a passionate kiss. As our tongues swirled in a pitched battle inside our mouths, I clung to Peter's hair, which was more disheveled than before. Pet knew how to kiss me or where to touch. His hands were on the side of my body, high up near my bust.

"Wait...are you sure?"-I said catching my breath

I got a mischievous smile in response and in a second Peter was gone and back with a condom in hand. Peter's wet kisses on my neck made me feel like I was in paradise. It started in my jaw and worked its way down to my shoulders and collarbones.

I threw my head back in pure pleasure, closing my eyes, which Peter took the opportunity to leave kisses and bruises in the central part below my jaw. I moaned softly feeling his teeth softly biting my skin. Peter took off his jacket and left it on the floor of the car while I lay flat on the seat. The boy couldn't wait and began to unbutton his pants. Nervous I looked at him and stopped him

"What's wrong, babe?"-he looked at me concerned with his eyebrows raised

"It's just…it's my first time"

Peter seemed relieved and, smiling, leaned close to my face to whisper to me.

"It's ok, it will probably hurt at first but then it passes"

Peter's words and breath made me start to feel that heat rise up my crotch. In order to better control the thrusts, Peter offered to let him be below and I above him. He started to lower my leather leggin but not completely until he could visualize my entrance. I lowered Pet's boxer so I could put the condom on him, his member was already hard so the task was easier. He soothed me by rubbing my thighs tenderly, I took a deep breath and slowly sat on Peter's member. A sharp, tight pain emanated from my entrance causing me to close my eyes, wincing as I let out a small moan.

"You're doing good baby, keep it up"-said Peter to encourage me

I stayed still for a moment to try to get used to it, when I felt that the pain had passed, I began to go up and down at a slow but constant pace. Peter closed his eyes and tensed his jaw as his fingers dug into my thighs. Our breaths were quickening and a concert of moans was fogging up the windows. All the pain that I felt at the beginning had given way to a sensation of infinite pleasure that ran through my body and my belly like an electric current. I leaned a little closer to Peter's chest and put my hands under his white shirt. He understood and took it away. Dear God, Peter was often ashamed of his body but what he was seeing now was priceless. His pectorals and abdomen were marked like a Greek sculpture. Feverish, I stuck my fingers into his stomach and began to scratch gently while massaging. Peter let out a grunt of pleasure as he frantically raised his pelvis, increasing his thrusts.

I could already feel Peter's member fully hardened inside me while my walls were contracting.

"Fuck peter"-I gasped

"You are very tight"-he growled, making an effort to focus his eyes on me.

We were both practically sweating, I felt my hair stuck to my neck and nape. I increased the thrusts going at a faster pace to be able to reach the climax, and at the least expected moment I felt like a waterfall was released inside me. But Peter wasn't done with me so I kept swaying my hips until he said.

"I-I'm about to.. cum"-Peter's voice came out hoarse with excitement.

I was at the edge of my strength when I felt the warm liquid of Peter come out and fill me under me. I stopped moving and sat still on him while we caught our breath. I slowly withdrew from him as if his cock were made of glass and I was about to break it. I lay down next to him and squeezed until we both got inside. Pet hugged me lovingly as he caressed my back and I rested my head on his sweaty bare chest, I looked up to see him, he looked very sexy with his hair plastered to his face.

"Do you think the others will realize that we are not here?"-I asked suddenly

"Probably, it bothers you?"

"Not at all"

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

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a bit distracted - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: in which pietro needs to start paying better attention. and maybe listening to his sister more.

word count: 2005

tw: nothing!

a/n: hi hi hi!!!! in case you’re curious, when wanda and pietro are speaking in sokovian, i just use romanian cause i feel like they’d be very similar :)

THE RHYTHMIC POUNDING OF CLENCHED, red-blotched fists against the one-hundred-and-ten pound punching bag was like a metronome in his head, ticking violently at an aggressive pace as though to remind him of the task at hand. And, unfortunately, although Pietro Maximoff had a fantastic memory, he wasn’t always the greatest at staying on task.

His own knuckles were strapped with beige boxing wraps, protecting the otherwise exposed skin from the harshness of the leather bag. He kept his feet shoulder width apart and his fists held up by his face like he should, but it was his eyes that he was having trouble gaining control of. Because she just so happened to be on the other side of the room— and when the girl you’re seriously into is tearing up a punching bag, you tend get a little distracted.

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