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I love your page sm!! Could you write something where the reader is new to the avengers and pietro has a crush on her smut?
hii!! aaah thank uu thank uu😔 really sorry but there’s no smut in this one, it was getting long and hadn’t even got to the spice, so I decided to leave it. but it’s slightly suggestive at the end. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
* not to be annoying, but if I get enough comments/ asks for a continuation, I'll probs do a smutty part 2
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pietro maximoff x female reader
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word count. 538
warnings. slightly suggestive?
Being the newbie is tough - it's hard anywhere, especially when joining a team that is knit tightly like a family.
At the beginning of your first week, Cap assigned you a tour guide to help settle you into the compound, someone who can show you the ropes and make you feel comfortable.
Your new buddy, Pietro, is like that of a charming character - someone who can make you laugh and immediately put you at ease. Very quickly, he became someone you could rely on - someone you could trust. He became a close confidant and someone you could turn to when you'd miss home.
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It was late - gone past twelve, everyone settling down for the night when you see the shadow of feet appear under the gap of your door. Your phone vibrates on your nightstand, and you pick it up to see Pietro texted you, the bright screen reading, 'you up? :)' 
You pull yourself out of bed to open the door, adjusting your t-shirt to cover more of your thighs before doing so. 
"It's late," you whisper, peeking at Pietro through the ajar door. 
"Couldn't sleep," he shrugs, walking past you and into your room. 
You poke your head out, checking the hallway before closing your door. "Yeah, come on in," you sarcastically mumble.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, plopping down onto your bed - sitting at the edge.
"Not really," you chuckle. "By the way, you're in my space. I sleep there," you nod beside him, hinting at the messily drawn-back covers.
"If you want me to go, just say that," he grins, subtly eyeing up your bare thighs.
You notice his gaze and tug the hem of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric to cover your thighs once more. "No, it's okay. Just move over. I'm getting cold."
Pietro shuffles aside and pulls the covers, patting on the mattress where you not long laid. "Want me to tuck you in, too?" he snickers, watching how you played off a sincere smile.
"Funny guy," you dryly chuckle, settling back in your spot. 
"Why can't you sleep?" he asks, head tilting to the side as he watches you.
"Don't know. You?"
"Don't know," he repeats, a boyish grin forming. "Thinking, I guess."
"You were thinking? That is unheard of," you fake gasp, a slow smile creeping on your face.
"I know. Surprised me too," Pietro chuckles, scratching behind his neck. "Alright, I'll uh— I'll let you be."
He stands and turns to look at you, watching your pretty face brighten up in the moonlight. He slowly makes his way to the head of the bed where you lay, hesitantly extending a hand to brush over your cheek. His thumb lightly swiping over the apple, holding you in his hand as he leans to kiss your forehead. 
He stills, lips pressed to your skin as he awaits for you to pull back - but you never do. He parts, his silver eyes boring into yours, watching how they soften under his gaze, how your pupils widen - mirroring his own. 
You lift a hand from under the covers, reaching for Pietro's face, cupping his cheek. "Stay," you whisper, speaking mere inches from his lips. "Stay."
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miss---lu · 10 months
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Puppy Love
Pietro comes back from a mission to find he has a new roommate.
Pietro was simply exhausted. He had gone a while without sleep and had just returned from a mission. He wanted to just go to bed and sleep for a long time, but he couldn’t.
Not yet anyway.
Pietro opened the door to his apartment and saw newspapers thrown on the floor. There also seemed to be some chewed up socks scattered.
Pietro tried to think of what could cause it, but he was coming up blank. He made his way to your shared bedroom and saw the culprit in the bed.
You were laying under the covers asleep, with a puppy curled up in your side. The puppy was a little corgis who had a lot of baby chub. His little legs jerked and Pietro could only assume he was dreaming of running. Pietro could relate to that.
Pietro pulled off his shirt and exchanged his pants for pajama bottoms. He quietly made his way to the bed and peeled back the covers. He snuggled into the cushions and felt you start to stir.
He cursed slightly as you turned to face him. “Pietro? Is that you?”
He mumbled a soft “of course my darling.”
You gave him a sleepy smile as you brought your hand to his face. You gently scratched behind his ear which earned a laugh.
“My darling, I’m not a puppy. Unlike this little guy here. Care to explain?”
You yawned as you went to pet the sleeping pup. “While you were gone I found this old cardboard box in an alley with this little guy inside. The box was abandoned and said for sale on it. I felt so bad and just had to take him in.”
Pietro’s heart did a flip when he heard about what you had done. One of the things he liked most about you was your big heart. He carefully started to scratch the little guy’s ears and smiled. He was awfully cute.
“What’s his name darling?”
“Well he only seems to respond to Bear. I said something about the bears in that painting on our wall and his ears perked up. He seems to like it.”
Pietro smiled as he started to scratch the puppy’s stomach. “Hi Bear. You’re very cute.”
Bear wagged his tail softly as he snuggled into your side once again.
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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense series masterlist; pietro maximoff
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pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 8.6k (not complete)
main masterlist. taglist.
part 1 You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. 
part 2 "What is it supposed to be? Its purpose, I mean." "Ultron will be a program to promote world peace"
part 3 “Goodbye printsessa.” And he left with his superhuman speed, leaving a blue and silver aura.
part 4 You realised his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at you, which frustrated you even more because if he wasn’t so stupid maybe you could’ve banged him.
part 5 "Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker." He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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Hello Angel! Could I pretty please request how do you think Pietro Maximoff would give hugs
Hugs with Pietro Maximoff
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Depends how much time he has. If he is needed on a mission then Pietro hugs you fast but really tight. You feel the pressure and warmth of him around you when you least expect it but you melt into it for those few seconds of warmth. He always gives you many hugs right before he needs to go, even if the mission will take a short time he will miss you all that time so he needs to get a good hug quota in.
When Pietro can afford to take it slow he almost massages his way to your lower back as he hugs you, his body buzzing with excitement of the way your breath hitches, the way he can feel it now, the way he can melt into you now.
Pietro loves both versions of hugs, one offers quantity and the other offers a lot more duration of body closeness. If he could combine both he could but he can't control time with his speed unfortunately. His heart beats so fast when you're the one who pulls him into a hug, pull him against your chest and whisper to him to slow down and take a break.
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Hospital (Pietro Maximoff First Kiss Drabble)
Word Count: 1238
Notes: I'm in the middle of NaNoWriMo but I wanted a break from novel stuff. warning for medical stuff/injury
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Pietro’s chest was rising and falling. That, coupled with the steady beeping of the heart monitor, told you that he was alive. That had been questionable for a little while. You hadn’t been there when he’d been shot, but from what Clint had told you, it had been bad.
He’d been bleeding out when they managed to get him back to the helicarrier, where they patched him as quickly as they could. It had been enough to keep him alive while the rest of you were trying to stop the world from ending. You hadn’t even known anything was wrong until the battle was over.
It was ridiculous how much the news that he might die had affected you. You’d known him for less than a week, and half of that time had been fighting against you. But there was something about him.
He had seemed so vibrant. So alive. Indestructible. The thought that his life could be snuffed out so quickly frightened you.
That must’ve been it.
When a superhero dies, it reminds all the rest of the superheroes that they are, in fact, mortal too. That was why you were so shaken when you saw the medics working over him, trying to desperately stop the blood that was draining from his body.
It wasn’t anything to do with the embarrassing double-take your heart had done the first time he’d smiled at you. It had nothing to do with the way he flirted and showboated. Or the way he stroked a lock of hair behind your ear while you had been preparing for the trip to Sokovia, like it was nothing.
Sure, he was beautiful. But you weren’t upset that he might die because he was beautiful. You weren’t so shallow or superficial. He was just too young and too powerful to die. That was it.
All of this to say that when you found out that he was recovering, your heart had skipped a beat. Your feet had carried you towards the medbay without your consent.
You just wanted to see that he was okay. He had been your teammate, however briefly. There was nothing more to it.
You were surprised to find that his sister wasn’t in his room when you got there. From what you’d heard, she’d barely left his side since the battle. She must’ve gone to get some sleep, or eat, or shower, or something.
A small, selfish part of you hoped that she wouldn’t come back too soon. But that was because you wanted to avoid awkward small talk. It had nothing to do with you wanting Pietro all to yourself. That would be ridiculous.
And now Pietro was alone. If he woke up, he’d be disoriented. He might feel abandoned. You didn’t want that. So you decided that you would stay until Wanda got back. You sat down in the chair beside the bed.
You were surprised by how little medical equipment he was hooked up to. The last time you’d seen him, he’d had an oxygen mask over his face, and all manner of things sticking out of him.
Now, his face was bare, and the cannula in his hand was the only visible evidence that he was hospitalised right now. That, and the heart monitor, which was still beeping steadily.
Asleep, he looked much younger than you realised. Aside from the short, neatly trimmed beard he was sporting, he could’ve almost been a child.
Before you realised what you were doing, you reached out and touched his hand, which was lying limply on the bed beside him. He stirred, and you pulled back like you’d been burnt.
He coughed, and opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, unseeing, and then his eyes fell on you. You were loath to admit it, but when his face broke into a smile, your heart stuttered.
“Prinţesă,” he said, his voice weak. “You’re here.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. He’d given you the nickname, which meant princess, when you first met, due to the tiara that was a part of your superhero costume. It wasn’t something you’d chosen yourself, and Pietro drawing attention to it embarrassed you.
He didn’t look like he was mocking you right now. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the cocky, arrogant one he’d worn on the night the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound. No, this was a much gentler smile.
“I came to check on you. To see if you were alright.” The words came out stilted. Why were you here?
“Well, I thank you for that. It’s always a good day when the first thing I see when I wake up is a beautiful woman.”
Your stomach lurched. You stood up so quickly that you almost knocked over your chair.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you said, trying to keep the hurt out of your tone. For a moment, you thought you might have been feeling a genuine connection, but he was a flirt. You were just another girl to him. “I should go.”
You headed for the door, but he called out, “Prinţesă, wait.” And when that didn’t work, he said your name. You stopped in your tracks. You turned to look at him. His smile was gone. “Please don’t go?”
Awkwardly, you walked back to your seat and sat down. You didn’t know what to say, but he was looking at you so earnestly that you couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “If I misread the situation. I thought you…” He trailed off. “I just like spending time with you.”
“From what I hear, you like spending time with lots of women.”
He grimaced. “You’re more than just a pretty face, prinţesă. You’re smart. Funny. Beautiful, but you already know that I think you’re beautiful.” With every word, you could feel your face grow hotter until it was unbearable.
You met his eyes. “Are you serious? Or are you just playing games with me, Pietro?”
“I never play games when it comes to the heart. If I was casual about this, you would know. I don’t want to be casual.”
Like a magnetic pull, you found yourself shifting closer to him. He sat up a little, making space for you in his space. The beeping of the heart monitor, which had been so steady when you’d walked in, was starting to increase in speed. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself.
When your faces were inches apart, you said, “I don’t want to be casual either.”
His lips were dry against yours. His good hand came up to caress your cheek, and you felt tingles go down your spine. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, just a fraction.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” he said.
“I don’t care.” You leant back into his space and kissed him hard. You cupped his face with both hands and his hand fell to your waist.
Neither of you heard the door open.
“Oh my god.” The voice sounded more exasperated than surprised. You leapt back from Pietro, almost tripping over your chair, but you righted yourself just in time.
Wanda was standing in the door, a grocery bag in her hands. “I brought your snacks,” she said to Pietro, dumping them at the end of his bed. “I’ll be back later when you two are done.” Pietro snickered. Your cheeks burned.
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cassieb1617 · 1 year
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Listen to the sound of your voice💌
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem!shapeshifter!reader
Fluff
Summary: Pietro found himself enjoying your voice the most, especially on Valentine‘s Day. 
Warning: just a bunch of fluff, reader opens up about an insecurity but it‘s all good in the end, language (swearing)
A/N: I was having a Scream marathon while writing this and it was really confusing at times to write fluff and watch a splatter movie next to it. By the way, I have no idea how to properly celebrate Valentine‘s Day so bear with me in this one. 
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February 14 was the most wonderful day for some people. The sun was shining just a small tad brighter on the day of love, waves were more peaceful and the sky was clearer. Flowers were wilting less fast and were gifted from one person to another. Little gifts formed in hearts are ready to be bought from every supermarket and expensive jewelry was promoted on every website known to men. Pietro never enjoyed Valentine‘s Day since the incident in Sokovia. Sure, he had a date sometimes but nothing was ever coming out of it. He‘s always remembered of his parents on Valentine‘s Day, as he was younger he always got to see his parents relishing their love. His father always brought his mother flowers and his mother always made him his favourite food. They didn‘t have much money growing up so the presents were small but Pietro had seen that they meant the world for each other. 
Now years later Pietro was a part of the Avengers and Valentine‘s Day never quite lost its touch. Tony Stark was always someone to buy presents to show his love and Pietro had seen him more than once on Armor‘s day giving Pepper an expensive bunch of flowers, a bracelet, watch or anything else. Vision and his sister Wanda had decided to take the whole day for themselves and Pietro didn‘t want to know what exactly they were doing. Bucky and Steve went out to enjoy a day as a couple, something they couldn‘t do back in their days. Bruce and Natasha didn‘t plan something bad, as far as Pietro knew, but he knew that they had a table booked at an expensive restaurant. Sam was off on a date with a girl he met a few weeks ago and Thor wasn‘t on earth. It left Pietro and you alone on love‘s day at the compound and Pietro thought that that was just perfect. 
To be honest with himself, Pietro has never been truly in love with someone. Sure, he had a few dates here and there and there were some flings he had but he was never in love. The girls he dated were never girls where he thought they were the one and it may not seem like it but Pietro truly believed that every person on this planet, no matter how cruel, has a person that is made for them. The people just have to find their own way of making it work. 
„So, it seems that it‘s just the two of us, uh?“ Your voice cut through Pietro‘s trail of thoughts. He looked at you and Pietro could swear you had a small glint of disappointment on your face. „You got no date today?“
Pietro smiled slightly at her and bowed his head a bit in mock offense, „You act like I got a date everyday, dragon.“ You smiled at the blonde man in front of you, the nickname for you falling effortlessly from his lips, „I changed into a dragon for you once on your birthday, will you ever let it go?“
Pietro chuckled at your words as he shook his head, „Never. But anyway, why are you not out? Everyone else is, I thought I got the compound for me.“ The smile on your face didn‘t falter for a second but Pietro noticed the slight fall of your shoulders, „Valentine‘s Day isn‘t something for me, y‘know? I never really go on dates much anyway, I‘ve got an important job to do.“ Your explanation didn‘t really make sense for him, sure being an Avenger was important but going on dates was still possible. 
„Well then it seems like it‘s us then, eh? Seems like we‘re going out on a date then?“ Pietro knew that this was a big shot and he didn‘t know if you would agree but damn, he wanted you to agree so badly. Despite his serial dating, his interest in you never once reduced. You had this big impact on him that you didn‘t even notice. Pietro could write a novel about the many times the team noticed Pietro being smitten with you and you being oblivious. Steve liked to tease him about it, he always said that Bucky was the same back in the day. 
„I guess it means that we‘re going out then, what‘s your plan then?“ Pietro laughed slightly before shrugging, „Well, how about we go to that café nearby and we get the most delicious strawberry cake there is? I know that that‘s your favourite and that the barista there keeps a piece for you.“ The smile on your face couldn‘t vanish if someone tried removing it from you. 
„No flowers? Oh, Pietro, I thought you were at least a gentleman. You need to step up your game.“ Your teasing made him chuckle as he leaned forward to take your hand. „You just wait, Dragon, I‘m gonna give you the best Valentine‘s Day ever, I promise.“ 
Pietro was right, the barista did leave a piece of strawberry chocolate cake for you. „How do you know that that‘s my favourite?“ Pietro gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the street before them.
„You know, just hearing it here and there.“ It wasn‘t a complete lie, he did hear it from his sister. But Pietro also knew that the strawberry chocolate cake from that üparticular café was your favourite because Pietro was infuriated with you. He may have never been in love but he knew he felt something for you that he didn‘t feel with anyone else. He thought about you all day long, he woke up with the motivation of hearing your voice, when he was on missions he got home for you and every time he sped to a market to get something it was for you and only you.
And you? Well, you never truly noticed. Of course you knew that you and Pietro were more than friends. Your constant flirting was definitely something that wasn‘t unintentional from both your sides but you never noticed that Pietro did most things for you. In your eyes, Pietro did these things for the rest of the team as well. He noticed the small details and things about you as much as he did the rest of the team. 
„You may be the only person I can actually stand seeing on Valentine‘s Day.“ Pietro laughed slightly before shaking his head in disbelief.
„Seriously though, how come you don‘t have a date today?“ Your smile was slipping for a second and Pietro was afraid he had ruined the mood but it came back as fast as it slipped, „I do have a date today, we‘re out right now, aren‘t we?“ Your voice was playful but Pietro could still hear the sadness that lingered in it. The look on his face told you that he didn‘t believe you so with a sigh you went on. „It‘s not that easy to find a date as me, you know? I mean, it never gets past the first date. Most of the guys I go out with are intimidated because of my abilities or my status as an Avenger or they are just going out with me in the first place because I‘m an Avenger. They don‘t really care about getting to know me.“
Pietro‘s shoulders slouched slightly and he had an irritated look on his face. „Well, then I‘ll make sure that you have the best Valentine‘s Day today! Come on, there is a flower shop nearby, we‘re getting your favourite flowers.“ You chuckled at his enthusiasm but took his hand nonetheless, „How do you know what my favourite flowers are?“ Pietro‘S teasing smile was addictive and you had to smile as well, „I know a lot of things about you that you have no idea about.“
The day with Pietro turned out to be really great. The two of you did all the things a couple would do, you got ice cream and shared it with one spoon, you went out to eat at a restaurant and you bought each other a present. You got each other matching jewelry, a necklace with your initial for him and a bracelet with his for you. You were back at the compound now, a movie playing in the background as you were talking about the most obscene nonsense. It was quiet as you two just looked into each other’s eyes, both wanting to make the next move but also not wanting to be the one doing it.
„I don‘t understand how they don‘t want to get to know you.“ Pietro‘s statement caught you off guard as you looked at him with confusion written in your face. „I mean, you‘re so much fun and you‘re so easy to talk to and, God, you‘re so pretty when you‘re getting mad about something. I‘d listen to you talk about anything anytime if you asked me to.“
„What do you mean?“ Pietro chuckled at the tone in your voce, just like a confused puppy. „You said they never truly listen to you but I don‘t know why, I can listen to you talk the whole day.“ Pietro could feel your nervous breath on his skin, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. „Have you ever been in love?“ Your question caught him off guard but he answered anyway, „Not that I know of, no. You?“
You smiled at him, „I don‘t think so but I‘d like to find out what it feels like, will you- eh, try to find it out with me?“ Your voice was trembling slightly and Pietro wanted nothing more than to take all your nerves away from you. He answered your question by leaning in and kissing you, your lips moving in sync and Pietro could swear that there were butterflies in his stomach. „Does that answer your question?“ You had a teasing smile on your face as you replied, „I don‘t know, you might have to do it again, just to be sure.“ 
Pietro smirked and that was how you spent the rest of your first but certainly not last Valentine‘s Day together. Kissing, cuddling and even cooking together while scaring the Avengers as soon as they got home. 
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cafeacademia · 1 year
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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮
𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've been warned to stay away from your scary, bad boy neighbour, Pietro Maximoff. He's a biker and rides with a gang and he's intimidatingly handsome. While you try to avoid him at all costs, he corners you, determined to make you realise he's just as soft as you are, and he doesn't want to scare you the way he does.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Reader is super terrified of Pietro, lots of softness after the initial fright of being cornered by him, soft autumnal feels, gentle fluff, kissing, pet names, Pietro - he is a warning himself of course.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 1.5k
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello loves! Here's a little Pietro fic. It's been a while since I've written for this boy but I really missed him! I hope you enjoy this, I've been excited to write this ever since I got the request from @reyhanahasanli!
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He was outside again. Pietro Maximoff, silver hair, beautiful face. But god, he terrified you.
He leaned against his bike in his driveway, looking down at his phone. You needed to go outside to check your mail but he was right there. The only times you had ever interacted with him were when he tried to talk to you. But the old lady who had lived in your little house before you had told you before you moved in to watch out for the Maximoff boy. He was in a gang and he would hurt you if you got in his way, according to her at least.
So you kept your distance, scooted past him as fast as you could and even, on one rather embarrassing occasion, bumped into him and then squealed with terror as you ran away and into your house.
But probably the worst part was that Pietro was devastatingly handsome. You saw him from the front window all the time. He was usually out in his driveway, working on his bike. Or he was in his house, shirtless and standing way too close to the window. That always made you feel even more intimidated. How was that man so handsome but so terrifying all at the same time?
You decided after a very impatient five minutes of anxiously working yourself up to just going outside and ignoring him to get your mail, you finally flung the door open and rushed out to the mailbox.
“Hey!” Pietro waved at you from his driveway, but when you looked up at him, you looked like a little rabbit caught in the headlights and you almost had the reaction to run away. But you did come here for your mail, so you fiddled, uselessly with the keys, hands fumbling as you struggled to find the right one and hold it properly. “Hello?” His thick accent made you pause. You felt him standing over you, his shadow looming over your mailbox and you swallowed nervously before you slowly tried to get the key into the lock. You were here now, running back to the house without your post would make you look ridiculous.
“Um,” Pietro said, watching as you finally got the mailbox open and pulled out the magazine that had been delivered. “Huh cute, you read about knitting. Hey, wait, hold on!” Pietro stopped you before you could walk away, his hand coming down to gently hold your wrist.
“I am sorry - do you think I’m going to hurt you, mica Prințesă?” He asked softly. For once, you looked up at Pietro and didn’t feel so intimidated. His features were soft, he was pretty and his lips were turned down in genuine concern. “I-.” You couldn’t quite muster the words, but you nodded when they failed you. For some reason you couldn’t help but be truthful with him, no matter how embarrassing it was to admit that you were afraid of him. “I won’t hurt you, I promise, Printesa. I just came to ask you what you were cooking last night, it smelled really good and-.” “Lasagne.” You interrupted, eyes wide and mildly petrified like he might hurt you for interrupting him, but you slowly relaxed when all he did was smile at you, satisfied and grateful.
You were way too scared of Pietro, but something in the way he looked at you soothed you enough to relax and let him hold onto your hand, his fingers slipping down to hold onto you, his touch gentle and calming and you felt the sudden warmth of calm. You could have pulled away, he wasn’t holding onto you tightly at all, but you didn’t want to.
What was strange to you, was that you had barely ever spoken to Pietro. The only word in this conversation you had said was a food item and now you were holding hands. But somehow, it felt right.
A storm was brewing overhead, and as you stood outside with Pietro, the wind picking up and the loose leaves blowing around the street, you heard the low rumble of thunder overhead. “Do you, um, want to come in for coffee?” You asked, voice timid and very quiet, but Pietro heard you. “Only if you are comfortable, Printesa.” He nodded. Oh… Maybe he wasn’t so scary after all. “I will leave if you ask me to, no questions asked, yes?” He reassured you and you met his eyes, trust forming as you nodded, accepting his reassurance and letting him walk with you towards the house.
As you walked in, you took your shoes off and began to warm up, rubbing the chill away from your arms with your hands. Pietro followed and toed off his boots. He was a huge contrast to the way your home looked. It was calm and warm and cute in your house and Pietro was a biker, hard and rough and tall, built with muscle, painted with pretty tattoos and messy silver hair. But you liked the way he contrasted you.
“This way.” You showed him to your kitchen, quickly going about making him a nice, pretty coffee. “Can I ask you something?” Pietro asked. “Mhm.” You nodded, barely meeting his eyes before turning back to your coffee machine. “Are you scared of me, sweetheart?” He asked quietly, watching you as he leaned against your kitchen counters. And for the first time, Pietro sounded unsure of himself, worried about how you would answer. “Um, maybe a bit.” You nodded, avoiding eye contact. Pietro softened at your words. You really were afraid of him and that broke his heart. But also, it sparked a need to protect you, to make it known that he’d rather protect you than hurt you. “Please do not be, I know I look scary but I am nice. I have a twin sister and I cannot go a week without hugging her and I really like coffee. I really like dogs and I am not part of a gang, is that why you are scared of me?” He rambled. “You’re- you’re not?” You frowned, finally looking over at him. “No, I meet with my biker friends to ride but we are not a gang. We just ride our bikes for fun on Sundays.” He explained, accent thick on his words as he tried to get them out as fast as possible. “Oh… Like a club.” You nodded, passing him a coffee decorated with pretty patterns in the foam.
“Yes, like a club.”
From that moment onwards, you and Pietro were a lot more friendly. Instead of being terrified of him, you often said hello to him and waved if you were in a rush. On the days that you weren’t busy, you sometimes found yourself enjoying the comfort of his living room while it rained outside on cold autumnal evenings. You even showed him how to make traditional lasagne. He loved that.
And one Sunday evening, after his biker friends had left, you peeked your head out of the door to watch him putting his motorbike back in his garage, only for him to call over his shoulder, “are you just going to stand there or do you want to come over, Prințesă?” That was all the prompting you needed to leave your house, cross over to his driveway and throw yourself into his arms, Pietro catching you and hugging you tight against his chest, warm and loving.
“I want to make you a paprikash tonight. Will you cook with me?” He asked, leading you out of the garage and into his house. “Of course.” You nodded. “My good girl. Come, I’ll show you.”
You didn’t do much helping. You mostly just sat on one of his countertops and watched as he cooked while you told him about your day. He let his paprikash cook slowly and while it did, he moved over towards you, stepping closer to rest his hands on the counter, either side of you. “I’m glad we met.” You spoke softly. “Mm, me too, pretty girl.” Pietro gave you his lopsided grin and you nearly melted at the sight. “Are you still afraid of me?” He asked quietly, voice suddenly serious as he leaned closer to you, lips only a breath away from yours. “No, Piet.” You whispered truthfully. “Promise, Printesa mea. Please.” And he captured you softly in a kiss, lips warm and gentle against yours, hands careful as he held you. He felt perfect. Everything about being with Pietro felt perfect. “I promise.” You whispered against his lips. You poured your emotions into your kiss, hands trailing up until they met at the nape of his neck. Pietro kissed you until you were both breathless. He took his time, loving you slowly, kissing you how he had always wanted to kiss you, meaningfully, genuine and full of adoration.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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captainsophiestark · 2 years
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Tumbling Mats
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
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Fandom: Marvel
Prompt: "Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead."
Summary: Y/N's had their head buried in the last of their college schoolwork all day, and when they finally come out from their cave, they find their boyfriend Pietro entertaining himself in their absence with some shenanigans involving Peter and Shuri, the resident science kids.
Word Count: 1,771
Category: Fluff, Humor
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I trudged down the stairs of Avengers Tower from my room to the floor with the kitchen, rubbing at my eyes as I went. I'd been holed up in my room finishing the last essay I'd ever have to do (hopefully) for the last class of my senior year of college, and I hadn't come out for a break all day. It was finally done now, thankfully, but my brain was officially fried and I needed to try to restart it.
The living room was dark, the sun having set a few hours ago. I'd been in my room the whole time, so I'd barely noticed, but now it felt a little like I was in the Twilight Zone. The Tower was never this quiet during the day.
As soon as I had the thought, I heard excited whispers and voices coming from one of Stark's many labs, just down the hall from the kitchen. I paused, debating whether or not I wanted to investigate. I was exhausted, but I also hadn't talked to anyone all day (other than to tell Pietro I was busy this morning). The need to socialize even just a little bit won out, and I headed for the lab.
The lights were on, and as I got closer, I heard familiar voices talking.
"Come on, throw something hard at me!"
Pietro, my boyfriend. Then excited giggles I recognized as belonging to Peter and Shuri.
"Alright, what about an obstacle course?" I heard Shuri suggest. "You could run on the treadmill, and we could throw things into your path and see if you could dodge them!"
Pietro scoffed. "I could dodge obstacles in my sleep."
"But how quickly? There must be a speed at which an object can move that's too fast for you to avoid!"
I rounded the corner before Pietro could respond, and all three of the people in the lab stopped dead as soon as they saw me.
"Why do you all look like you've seen a ghost?" I asked. Peter gave me a sheepish grin as Shuri waved, but Pietro, my lovely boyfriend, absolutely beamed at me before racing across the room. As soon as he got close enough, he swept me off my feet and swung me around before setting me down and kissing me.
"Dragă mea, I've missed you. Are you done with your work now?"
"Yes, finally," I laughed, smiling up at the lovesick expression on Pietro's face. "I came out to the kitchen to get a snack or something, but I heard voices, so I decided to come investigate."
"Well, I'm glad you did." The dazy smile stayed put on Piet's face for a second, then he seemed to remember something and it dropped away. He stepped back from me, suddenly looking a little nervous. "We, ah... we were just having a bit of fun."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what kind of fun is that?"
"We were testing Pietro's reflexes!" said Peter, jumping in with a big smile, completely oblivious to Pietro's hesitance. "We were seeing how fast he could run on Mr. Stark's super-speed treadmill, and now we're going to throw some stuff at him as fast as we can to see how fast we have to go before he stops being able to dodge it!"
I groaned and put my palm to my forehead. After a second, I looked up to find Pietro grinning sheepishly at me, while Shuri and Peter set up the test behind him. I sighed heavily.
"You really want to do this?" I asked.
"I'll be fine, Y/N, don't worry."
"Famous last words, Piet." He just shrugged, so I sighed again. "Alright. Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead. Let's see what your superspeed can really do."
"Yes! Peter, Shuri, let's go!" Pietro jumped and punched the air, then quickly turned to where the science kids were setting up their test. I just shook my head, not quite able to keep a smile off my face as I followed after them. I paused at one of the lab tables to grab the emergency first aid kit Bruce always kept in here, then stood with Peter as Shuri got ready to start the test.
"Alright Pietro, we'll start out pretty slow, and then we'll up the speed once you feel comfortable dodging objects at one level!" said Shuri as she checked the settings on all the equipment one last time. Pietro shot her a thumbs up, then turned to me and winked as the test began.
"I have such a bad feeling about this," I muttered to Peter as I smiled back at Pietro and gave him a thumbs up anyway.
Slowly, my boyfriend became nothing but a speed blur as he ran faster and faster on the treadmill below him. Tony Stark had invented it with Peter helping him not long after Pietro joined the team; it was specially designed to accommodate a speedster running on it, and so far, it had worked as designed.
Once Pietro had gotten up to speed, Shuri started the first of her object-avoidance tests. She was using other machines in the lab to hurl tennis balls, tumbling mats, and just about anything else in-reach at Pietro at faster and faster speeds. He ducked, dodged, and avoided all of them with ease.
At least, he did at first. With every few objects that went sailing past him, no shot of making contact, Shuri picked up the speed a little bit. It was hard to make out the tennis balls now, they were being thrown so fast, and it looked like Pietro was starting to sweat a little bit.
Just when my common sense was starting to get too loud to ignore and I was about to say we should call it good, Pietro apparently hit his limit. One of the tumbling mats was either too fast, too wide, or both, and it clocked him upside the head and laid him out. In seconds, he was at a dead stop, laying flat on his back on the floor behind the treadmill with the tumbling mat on top of him.
"Woah!" cried Peter, excitedly rushing over to join Shuri in studying all the new data they'd just got. I shook my head at them as Pietro let up a string of curse words in Romanian from where he lay on the floor.
At least that meant he was conscious.
"Piet? Are you okay?" I asked, walking over to my boyfriend. I knelt down and gently lifted the tumbling mat off of him, revealing the scowl on his face.
"How is it possible that a padded mat knocked me off my feet?" he demanded. I stifled a laugh.
"Well, I'm no science whiz, but if I had to guess I'd say it probably has something to do with the fact that you and the mat were both going Mach-10 towards each other."
Pietro huffed and rolled his eyes, which just made me smile. I leaned over him, searching for any visible sign of injury, casually running my fingers through his hair as I did.
"Mmm... and suddenly, I don't feel the pain anymore," he said. I glanced back to his face to find him looking up at me with a mischievous smile. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep a smile off my own face either.
"Alright, calm down there Piet. C'mon, let me help you sit up so I can give you a concussion test."
"Ugh. Y/N, I don't have a concussion."
"You don't know that for sure. Now come on, look at me."
Pietro grudgingly obeyed, and I went through the steps of a concussion test with him. He passed, to my relief, and then I helped him to his feet. He looped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his side, then headed for Peter and Shuri on the other side of the room.
"Well?" he asked, coming to a stop before them. "What do all of your machines and monitors tell you?"
"We got all kinds of interesting data!" cried Shuri, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I think there's more still for us to do, though. You're almost going too fast for even the high-speed cameras to keep up, but if you can see right here, before you got hit, you looked away. It wasn't for very long, but we think it was for long enough that you weren't as prepared as you could've been for the tumbling mat."
I looked up at Pietro incredulously, but he just shrugged. "I got bored."
I laughed and pinched the bridge of my nose, but none of the other three reacted at all to his comment.
"Well, we think if you kept your focus, you would've been able to keep dodging things for much longer!" said Peter, picking back up where Shuri left off. "Your reaction times are off the charts–it's like they have super speed too!"
"Of course they do. My reflexes are part of me, aren't they?"
"Well, do you want to test just how fast they are? We'll start at a higher speed of projectile this time, and if you keep your focus, we can try to find the actual limit of your speed and reflexes!" said Shuri.
"Alright, let's see what you've got," said Piet, dropping his arm from around my waist and doing a few stretches as he headed back towards the treadmill. I just shook my head as I watched him go.
"We'd love for you to stay too, Y/N," said Shuri, her and Peter both giving me hopeful looks. I sighed.
"Oh yeah, I'm in. Both for seeing Pietro get hit by tennis balls and for taking care of him afterwards. I'm starting to get the feeling that this is going to be going on for a while though, so I'm gonna go make some popcorn for all of us real quick. Try not to knock out my boyfriend in the meantime, okay?"
"Promise!" chorused Peter and Shuri as I headed back towards the kitchen. I couldn't help shaking my head a little as I went, but there was a smile on my face nonetheless. From writing a boring, horrible, normal college paper to testing how fast my boyfriend could dodge high-speed projectiles in the matter of a few minutes. My life was certainly strange.
And yet, I wouldn't change it for the world.
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inpraizeof · 2 years
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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
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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.”
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tommiruewrites · 2 years
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⌜↳ lumea mea ˖⁺⌟
✩ pairing: pietro x reader ✩ requested: yes | no ✩ prompts: none ✩ cw: shitty google translate romanian sokovian, no pronouns or gender descriptors for reader (please correct me if i missed anything), not proofread 
✩ word count: 0.45k ✩ a/n: just in a pietro kinda mood since i just finished my mcu script for him. this idea popped into my head so i figured i'd write it down. hope you like it as much as i did :))
summary: pietro always makes you feel like the luckiest person alive, even if he won't tell you exactly what he's saying
you can also read this on ao3
₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚· You lay on the couch, head against his chest and knees curled up against your own. You can hear his heartbeat in one ear, and the screams from the movie you're watching in the other, although you aren't paying much attention to the film anymore. His hand absent mindedly caresses your arm to comfort you, pulling you in tighter when you flinch at the screen. You hide your face in his shirt at one particularly scary part. Pietro laughs a little, holding you close to him. "It's just a movie, remember? I'm right here, iubirea mea. Right here" He emphasizes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Nothing to be afraid of." You pull your head away to look up at him, face still flushed from the jump scare, "What does that mean?" "Nothing to be afraid-" "No not that," you roll your eyes and try to hold back a smile, seeing a smirk already on your boyfriend's face. "What you said before that. What does it mean?" His smirk widens, "What? Iubirea mea?" his hand moving to the small of your back to support you as you shift your position closer to him, "Where's the fun in it if I tell you, dragă?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and feigned frustration, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you feel heat rush to your cheeks "That one too! I want to know what it means." "So many questions!" he teases with a shit-eating grin, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He thinks his heart might burst when you place your hands on his chest to balance your weight. His cocky grin slowly softens into a loving smile, which you gladly reciprocate.  You feel his lips slightly brush against yours as he leans closer to nudge your nose with his, softly rubbing your back with his thumb, "Vrei să spui lumea pentru mine, dragă. Tu ești totul pentru mine. My everything."  You can't help but smile and feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, cheeks warming at his softness. You lean in that little bit more to softly press your lips against his, both of you hazily smiling into it as the late hour finally catches up to you. You've decided you don't need a direct translation of what it means; he always shows you all that you need to know. You pull away, burying your face in his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his torso. You mumble out a quiet, "I love you." "I love you more, dragă." "Not possible." Neither of you have the energy to continue your banter as the both of you give in and let sleep consume you. ₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚·˚ ♡₊˚· TRANSLATIONS: (again, im so sorry if these translations are horrible, but this is the intended meaning lmao) "Iubirea mea" - my love "Dragă" - dear; darling "Vrei să spui lumea pentru mine, dragă. Tu ești totul pentru mine." - You mean the world to me, darling. You are everything to me.
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Could I please request Pietro maximoff X grumpy reader hcs <3 Basically golden retriever boyfriend x black cat reader 🤭🤭
hii!! i love black cat x golden retriever sm!!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
GOLDEN RETRIEVER X BLACK CAT HC’S
pietro maximoff x female reader
— in most ways you'd be complete opposites, but it works
— on movie nights i'd imagine him always picking out a comedy or a light-hearted family one, whereas you'd suggest something different - maybe a dark romance or thriller
— you show how you love pietro in your own way, but if you show it in a way he does, ie doing something sweet/ romantic for him or saying you thought of him while picking up something random from the shop, he makes a huge deal about it, maybe like he's trying to embarrass you. "haha you love me," or "haha you thought about me," something like that, but you'd get all coy, maybe a little flustered and say how you'd never do it again or to shut up, while fighting off a smile
— decorating is always a bit of a struggle. you may prefer darker/ warm tones around the house (maybe dark greens, blacks, reds) but he prefers lighter, airy tones (blues, creams/whites, greys) but you often compromise with a dark grey (ie for the sofa)
— shared wardrobe☹️☹️ half of yours is of dark tones, his is of lights (mostly athletic wear)
— maybe you prefer the curtains closed with candles, he prefers curtains open at all times. he’s a big light user too and maybe it drives you nuts (especially at night)
— he wants a dog, but you want a cat !! (cough cats all the way cough) obvs golden retriever for him and black cat for you - so they match you perfectly!! but also again, maybe you ‘compromise’ and get both?? bc they always seem to get on so well, and that way they’re like animal versions of you 😔💔
— im thinking for you maximalism and for pietro minimalism
— he's always finding ways of cheering you up. you might not even be in a bad mood - you just have RBF lmao. you might be happy, and he's all like, "what's wrong?" just bc you have a sour look on your face
— he's always trying to cuddle you. you'd just be doing something around the house, and he comes up behind and hugs your back, kisses your shoulder, says how he loves you and walks off
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velvetberries masterlist ⟢
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⟢ my masterlist
last updated 04/12/22
fluff =   𒀭 
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ongoing work/series = 𓇻
WIP = example work
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MCU included
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Matt Murdock & Daredevil
'Boxing Lessons' Matt Murdock x black!reader (fem!reader) 𒀭 
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Pietro Maximoff & Quicksilver (ATJ)
'A Quick Patient' Pietro Maximoff x Black!Doctor (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 
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Peter Parker & Spider-Man (TASM)
'Private Lessons' Peter Parker x Black!reader (fem!reader) ⁂ 𒀭 
'A Web of Melodies' Peter Parker x Black!Guitarist (fem!reader) ⁂ 𒀭 
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Natalia Alianovna Romanov & Black Widow
'The Ballet of Bullets' Natalia romanov x Spy!reader (fem!reader) ⁑
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Steven Grant/Mark Spector/Jake Lockley & Mooknight
'Egyptian Muse' Steven Grant/Mark Spector x Afro-Arab!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 
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Ku'k'ulkan & Namor
'Ancient Connection' Namor x Black!Princess (fem!reader) ⁑ ⁂
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Enola Holmes
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Sherlock Holmes
'The Yellow Acacia' Sherlock Holmes x Black!Doctor (fem!reader) ⁑𒀭 
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DC COMICS
Arrowverse includeed
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Dick Greyson & Nightwing
'Night Shift' Nightwing x Cop!reader (fem!reader) ⁑
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Bruce Wayne & Batman
No WIP
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ATJ CHARACTERS
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Tangerine
'The Tangerine's Mandrake' Tangerine x Assasin!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ ⁂
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Dave Lizewski & Kick-ass
'Wounds & Words' Dave Lizewski x Black!reader (fem!reader) ⁑ 𒀭 ⁂
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luvmattmurdock · 4 months
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perfect sense part 1; pietro maximoff
pietro maximoff x stark!reader
“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”
word count; 2k
warnings; none really, just like mind manipulation and mild violence if you squint.
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"Tony!" Steve shouted into the intercom. You rolled your eyes, your father was a few inches away from him, there was no need to shout. “I need you to deactivate the force field so I can get in!”
"Where's the please?" you heard your father’s voice, chuckling at his words.
"I need backup," Natasha's calm voice was clear, proving that everything the team was using was nothing less than top-notch Stark technology.
"Going!," You said, running towards her.
You quickly arrived, pulling out the gun Clint had given you, and began shooting at Strucker's soldiers. You hated the fact that you were not part of the main mission, forced to just shoot those useless soldiers. 
Well, at least they had let you attend the mission. That was something.
"Be careful!" You hurried towards Nat, a soldier under Strucker's command almost cut her in half. She reacted and kicked him out. You fired a shot at another soldier and hit his face with your fist.
"Tony!" Cap shouted again. Will he ever stop yelling? "We need to get in now!"
"Damn wait, Rogers!" your father yelled at Steve. 
"Language!" 
You left Nat and headed to fulfil the part of the plan that had been assigned to you. You had to enter the fortress and get as much data as you could while Tony got the sceptre out of there.
"So we're going to ignore the fact that a minute ago Cap said 'language'?" your father asked indignantly. 
"So it seems," you answered, panting. "Can I use the jetpack...?"
"No, not yet," Thor said as you heard him throw his hammer through the air, surely at a soldier. You sighed. Why run if you could fly?
You continued running until you almost reached the fortress. You started to slow down, if the security had not yet been deactivated you couldn't enter. 
“Hey, uh… dad? How are we doing in regards to the security thingy?”
“Five minutes.”
“Alright” You went back to running, but almost immediately stopping as you heard a sound behind you. There was no need to turn around for you to know that there was someone behind you. Raising your hand, ready to shoot golden sparks out of it, you turned around and threw a beam of light at the person who was there.
With tremendous agility he managed to avoid it but just barely. You frowned, that person was fast, wayy much faster than you.
He was obviously altered, probably by Hydra. The team had talked about them before. "Guys," You whispered into the intercom, "I think I found one of those altered people, permission to attack?"
“Permission granted.” Steve said “Also Y/N, be careful.”
“I’ll try, '' you answered, smiling softly. You took the headset off and saved it in your suit pocket. Closing your eyes, you focused on just listening, your suit already glowing.
You heard the sound again and smiled. If you were right, this mutant would run in three seconds.
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You opened your eyes as you saw him running in front of you. You raised your hand, this time managing to hit him with a golden beam. He was paralyzed in a bubble of light that restrained him. Now that he was still you took a good look at him. He was a boy of about twenty, maybe twenty one, years old. His hair was black but it was silver at the tips. His eyes were crystal blue, very very blue, and they reminded you of how it felt like to be cold. His, let’s be fair, very attractive face was turned into a grimace of surprise and anger, probably because you had been able to stop him. His arms, very muscular by the way, were at his sides with clenched fists.
He was clearly angry. 
And he was clearly angry at you.
“What the- How the hell did you manage to stop me?! Get me out of this stupid bubble, silly girl!" he said with a thick accent.
You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. Analysing your features with pursed lips.
"Also, if I were you I would be way nicer" I asked, trying to make evident that I was the one with the power in this situation.
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?" he replied. Now that the initial adrenaline shock from stopping him had faded, you were able to recognise that his accent was, to say the least, kinda hot. You smiled.
"Because maybe then I'll consider taking you out of the bubble?" Your smile turned to a smirk as you sat on a broken log. You knew you were irritating him and it was simply hilarious to you.
"Get me out of here and then maybe I won't hurt you too badly!" he demanded.
You raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, I don't think so," You had an ironic innocent smile on your face, which was clearly making him even more furious.
"Silly girl," he said.
"Again with the 6th grade insults," you replied.
"How do you even do this?" he said looking at the bubble.
"I don’t think I should give you any details about our top secret, superhero worthy technology. Or should I?," You told him as you turned on the intercom. This whole interaction has just turned your cockiness levels up and, to be honest, that was probably not the best thing for the mission.
"Dad?" You said and almost immediately you heard Tony Stark's voice speaking.
"Yes, darling?" he answered.
"Can I go in now?" you questioned, chuckling as you saw how the foreigner tried, without success, to get out of the golden bubble. 
“Here’s the thing, I haven't gotten there yet, wait a minute. Oh, gentlemen!” More than five minutes had passed. You were about to make that fact evident when you heard an explosion.
“Oops sorry about that. Did it hit any of you guys?” Clint asked. 
“Not me.” Steve answered. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You turned around, neither the bubble nor the man were there. You slapped your forehead, knowing you should’ve focused more on that. A gust of wind came and out of nowhere and you were yanked to the floor, away from the fortress gate. Falling on your back, you cursed in pain.
"You didn’t see that coming?" said that russian voice mockingly. 
"Stupid, silly boy," you said, standing up.
“Language!” Your father yelled mockingly  on the intercom, you laughed.
"What’s so funny?" You chuckled as you realised the man did not know that you weren’t paying attention to what he said
"Nothing to do with you actually," You said. “Also, on that subject…” You raised your hands, launching with your right hand what would be the distraction beam, he obviously dodged it and you took advantage of his distraction. With your other hand, you lifted him up and put him back inside the bubble. He rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, not again!” he shouted and you laughed.
“Come on, Sonic. Already caught you twice, are your powers failing or what?” You mocked.
“Hey!” You heard the speedster call you. Turning you around, you raised your eyebrows. "At least tell me your name. I mean you already caught me, I want to meet the one who achieved such a feat." You couldn’t hide that you liked the praise, even if it was ironic, as you smiled. 
“Enlighten me, why would I do that?” You said, making fun of  what he said earlier. 
“Don't be mean, printsessa," he said, smiling like a soap opera heartthrob.You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile.
"My name’s something I’m saving for next time we meet so…," You waved and turned around, leaving the man inside of the light bubble. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you kinda hoped you two did meet again. Someday. Something interrupts your line of thought: The mission.
"Can I come in now, damn it?" you shouted at the intercom. Steve growled but refrained from scolding you. Tony sighed.
“Friends, welcome to the Von Stucker resorts hotel, you can come in.” He said.
"It's about time!" Steve commented.
"Yes!" said a third voice, it was Clint. Following his voice was an explosion and a growl. It sounded like he was hurt.
"Barton?" You called, turning around to realise the bubble had broken, once again.
“He’s hurt!” said Nat's voice. “Could someone destroy that bunker? They know we are here!” she exclaimed.
Hulk's growl was heard everywhere, he had destroyed the bunker.
"Thank you," 
“Nat, take Barton to the helicarrier, Thor, you and I will stay here fighting against the last of Strucker's soldiers.” Steve was taking control of the situation, per usual.
"And for the love of God, watch your language!" your father said. 
"I'll go in," you announced as you heard your father sigh.
You entered the fortress, there were soldiers running, but they didn't pay much attention to you. So you just kept walking, staying alert.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, they were almost imperceptible, but there they were.
You raised your hand, golden sparks flying from it, and turned around ready to attack. A red aura collided with the amber lights. It was strong, and you felt like it wanted to get into your head. The owner of the scarlet red aura was a girl, refined features, her hair was brown, and her eyes were… strangely grey?
She reminded you of someone.
Ignoring her attempts to enter your mind, you shot a blast, making the girl stumble. Her aura was cut off as she flew against a wall.
"So there’s more mutants huh?" You grumbled. She looked at you, clearly annoyed.
The girl raised her hand and you raised yours. 
She was staring at you, a completely blank stare.
Until she smiled.
Everything was strange. You knew that girl had managed to sneak into your mind, but you didn't know what exactly she was doing.
You turned around, attempting to shoot her, but no light appeared. You didn’t have your suit anymore, in fact, you were no longer in Strucker's fortress. You were in New York. 
You heard a scream and looked above you, which was where the sound was coming from.
Oh surprise, you were underneath one of those Chitauri ships that the Avengers had defeated a long time ago, before you were even part of the team.
The rest of New York, however, did not seem to have lived that before. It seemed like the team hadn't made it yet.
"It's too tall Tony, stop it!" You heard Steve yelling at your dad. You turned to look at them, but weren’t able to see them anywhere.
“A few more metres” Your father whispered. If the timeline was the same, he must have been taking the missile that was currently heading to New York into space, passing through the gaping hole in the sky where the Chitauri were sneaking onto the planet.
If that was true, then Nat was to be with Dr. Selvig on the roof of Stark Tower trying to remove the Tesseract to close the portal.
Your dad was saving the world, everything was going great, why was the girl showing you this?
“TONY COME OUT NOW!” Steve shouted. The portal was closed, and Tony was not falling where he should have been falling.
Nerves and fear were taking over you as your hands itched and tears gathered in your eyes.
You tried to remind yourself this wasn't happening.
It wasn’t real.
However, it felt so real.
The emotions felt so real.
The portal closed, but your father did not fall through.
Wake up!
"Y/N!" Tony's voice shouted from a distance. As you opened your eyes, you jumped from where you were leaning.
Back in Strucker's fortress, and your dad was there, next to you. You sighed with relief.
"What happened, sunshine?" he said, worried by the tears that were coming out of your eyes. You smiled and hugged him.
"You don't know how happy I am that you are here, Dad," You told him as you let him go. He smiled fondly.
“So am I. We are going now. We have a sceptre to steal.”
You nodded and walked next to him. He left through the secret door that J.A.R.V.I.S discovered and you stayed behind, trying to get as much information as possible from the fortress.
“J.A.R.V.I.S, I want you to get all the information, whatever it is. Plans, documents, notes. And send a copy to Fury, he'll be pleased to know that Hydra's dirty secrets are in his mail.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
You sat on the floor, thinking about what that girl had projected on your brain.
None of it made sense.
Your father came out with the sceptre. There was a weird vibe to him. He looked… strange, sadder in comparison to minutes before. 
He took your hand and you left the fortress.
Once you got on the helicarrier, you decided to sit next to Cap. He was looking at Clint, who was lying on an improvised stretcher, all of you were sure that when Dr. Cho arrived, she would take good care of him. 
"Good job, Y/N," Nat told you from behind. You turned your head to smile at her.
But your smile didn't reach your eyes, still somewhat dazed by the vision.
When you arrived, you went straight to the lab to review all the information collected from Strucker's base, perhaps this way you would be able to find out who these altered people were and if he was single there were more. 
“J.A.R.V.I.S, tell Mr. Stark that I will be late for the party. I'll be investigating,” 
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mendesxruel · 2 years
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𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 | 𝐏. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟
summary: angst + fluff, mention of an argument with Pietro and how it sorts out later
warnings: mentions of arguing, mention of breakfast
words: 430+
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Cuddling was very special for you and Pietro. It brought you peace and quiet, and for him, it felt good having you in his arms, he liked the warm feeling of keeping you protected.
It had become a habit for the two of you since you moved in together. It was always the same way: after you two clean up from having dinner, you’d put on your favourite, most comfortable set of pyjamas, snuggle underneath some blankets and wait for Pietro to do the same and come hold you.
Although, this night was different.
You didn’t want to think about the arguing that had happened an hour ago, it had been too much, so you just stayed quiet, internalising your feelings. You had even forgotten what it was all about - you didn’t exactly want to remember it - you were tired and just wanted to rest.
You could see Pietro pacing around the rooms from the corner of your eye. Instead of a fast, impatient pace, he walked around slowly.
Tilting your head slightly to the side, you noticed the bitter look on his face. He unconsciously tried to hide his distressed expression by staring at the floor, and running his hand through his hair and face, with a million thoughts in his head.
His body wasn’t racing around, but his mind was.
You didn’t have a superpower to read his thoughts, but they were filled with regret. However, he was too proud to apologise, for now.
Later, when your eyelids were already feeling heavy and you felt very sleepy, you sensed Pietro’s presence beside the bed.
You swallowed your pride and gazed at him, but when you did, he was already heading to the living room. You realised he had decided to sleep on the couch.
“Babe?” you whispered, tiredly.
He turned around quickly, like all he wanted to hear was you calling for him.
As he walked back to the bed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you, and he snuggled beside you, burying his face in your neck.
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he mumbled onto your skin before placing a soft kiss on it, “I’ll make up to it, promise.”
That was all he could say before falling asleep.
Both of you were mature enough and had stopped being stubborn, giving in to holding each other that night.
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The next morning, you woke up to breakfast in bed made by Pietro. After sorting everything out and him apologising again, you two went back to your usual routine: cuddling.
After all, you two loved each other, and that was all that truly, deeply mattered.
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madsisart · 1 year
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pairing: fem!reader x Pietro Maximoff
warnings: very few swear words, this is short asf lol sry abt it
going food shopping with Pietro Maximoff would include…
he’ll literally just walk behind you like a puppy
he will grab ANYTHING that looks yummy
that’s a warning
he will drag you to the ice cream section
and put every box in the carriage
and you're not necessarily made of money so you make him put it all back
he haaaates going in the frozen section
despises it
it "slows him down"
when in reality he just gets cold very easily and doesn't want to admit it
DO NOT go near the candy aisle because the same thing that happened with ice cream will happen there
he loves speeding around the store to fuck with people when they don't see their eggs in their cart
he loves when you buy him food specially without him even asking for it
will pay for the food at check out like you're on a dinner date or something LMFAOO
hope you enjoyed!! <3
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