For the 3000 celebration can you write one with Pietro Maximoff and prompt 25

Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense

.⋆｡Musketeer And The Cowboy｡⋆.

Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader

Halloween brings out the worst in all of us

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers

WC: 885

Minors DNI

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Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.

But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.

You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.

This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role. 

You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink. 

But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer. 

“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula 

costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.

“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.

“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.

“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.

“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.

“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.

“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend. 

There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.

Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.

“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent. 

“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.

He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.

“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.

Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”

He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.

God you loved Halloween.

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This is the image that made me fall in love with Wanda. The rocks look like angel winds, making her even more angelic.

Never be alone || Wanda Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff x Plus Size! Reader

Summary: pietro’s last words to you were ‘take care of my sister’ so you vowed to never leave her.

warnings: mentions of death, heartbroken Wanda, plus size reader although the size isn’t mentioned, wlw, short story.

You could never forget that day, seeing pietro’s lifeless body on the ground.

A piece of you was left on the battlefield that day, his words running through your head ‘y/n, please take c-care of wanda I love-' , part of you wanted to just lie there with him and cry but you knew you didn’t have much time to defeat Ultron

Then you thought of Wanda, quickly running to find her wherever she was. When you fount her she was on her knees sobbing, there wasn’t much you could do other than comfort her.

You wrapped her in your arms and she cried even harder you couldn’t imagine what it must’ve feel like losing her brother.

‘Y/n I don’t know what to do with him I can’t’ she sobbed onto your shoulder ‘it’ll be okay Wanda I’m so so sorry I’m here for you’

Days after his death you were always with Wanda making sure she didn’t make any crazy decisions, to harm herself or others, and because you cared about her deeply maybe a little more than normal.

You and Wanda sat down to watch a movie to help get her mind of of things, the movie was a horror and Wanda was easily scared by paranormal things so you let her cuddle up beside you.

‘How can she even manage to twist her body like that?’ Wanda questions with a look of disgust on her face ‘I’m not sure a maybe she doesn’t have a spine’ you said jokingly

Then a jumpscare popped up scaring Wanda so she hid her face behind your arm ‘Wanda your literally the one who wanted to watch this how are you so scared’ you questioned looking at her

‘Ugh I know but I being able to cuddle you’ she smiles, god that smile..it made you weak in the knees every single time.

‘Your smile is so gorgeous’ the words slip from you mouth, you didn’t mean for them too.

She looks taken aback, but she starts smiling again ‘your gorgeous y/n’, it was the moment you knew you wanted to be with her.

She made you feel so many things and you had the same effect on her but of course she never let it show

You never felt more at peace with her, she was your person, she was your first love and hopefully your last.

The night ended with you too getting that long awaited kiss…you’d never would have guessed that you would end up with her but, at least you kept your promise to pietro.

You truly would never leave her.

Black barbies by Nicky Minaj ... bucky barnes fic

"I'm a black barbie pretty face perfect body"

"You sent flowers but I wish I didn't reserve them "

It's been 6 weeks since bucky broke up with you because he found Becca but he started to regret it and you made sure he did

" to high to care about bucky "

You spent your nights away smoking trying to get pass the breakup

"Who gone protect her if I really had to check her "

You had came back to the avengers tower to get the rest of your stuff and you ran into Becca

"Look who it is im surprised your showing your face considering you know ... after you got cheated on"

It took everything in you to not cuss and beat her up but like the queen you are you kept walking

"Yeah walk away like when bucky cheated on you"

You knew your worth and you moved on to someone better ....pietro maximoff

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hi beautiful Ali!! this is such a good way to spread positivity and i really appreciate it. thank you💜

three fics of mine I love:

• I have always loved you - (Steve Rogers x Plus Size Reader) This is one of my early fics and was probably the longest one I had written back then. This concept was something that touched my heart and I wanted to share it. The love this fic has received still amazes me till date. Also one of my early fics with a plus size reader and that was very very special and personal to me. I can go on and on about this. Definitely very special to me.

• Mind and Heart - (Sherlock Holmes x Plus Size Reader) This is comparatively pretty new but the reason this is quite special is because this sort of brought me back to writing, like I had lost inspiration and motivation and decided to expand my horizon in terms of writing for new characters, and this started that.

• That wasn’t my plan - (Pietro Maximoff x reader) This one also has a similar reason for being special. I wrote a long fic after quite some time. Maybe not even that many words but at a point I felt like I couldn’t come up with ideas or just couldn’t write anymore but these concepts and these characters made me want to write again, so I’m happy. This is angsty and I love writing (and reading) angst, but with a hopeful ending.

Comfortable With Me {Pietro Maximoff x Plus Size Reader}

Plot: You and Pietro have been together for a while and he tries to make you more comfortable in being naked around him.

Character: Pietro Maximoff x Plus Size Female Identifying Reader

Note: Implied sex at end

This is part of my Plus Size Reader x Character Series!

Being comfortable in your own skin was hard to do when you had so many insecurities about yourself and your body. You had tried many times to become comfortable with your body and how it looked but sometimes, you just hated it. You hated the hang of your stomach, the stretchmarks on your thighs, the dimples and cellulite on your backside, your wobbly arms, the lopsided nature of your breasts; you hated it all. 

In the past, you’d tried to diet, tried to exercise more but you could never stick to a routine and thus you fell farther and further into the depths of self loathing. One person who loved every part of you, though, was Pietro.

Pietro Maximoff, your boyfriend of around six months, was just glorious. He was so kind and charming and he loved every single part of you. He told you all the time how beautiful he thought you were, he just hoped that you believed it. Pietro knew you struggled with confidence and self image issues, you’d spoken about them frequently. Usually in self deprecating humour such as ‘I look like Jabba the Hutt’ and other unpleasant commentaries that Pietro hated.

Pietro really noticed your insecurities when you were intimate. You were more comfortable when the lights were off and he couldn’t see or when you had a t-shirt on and he couldn’t really see all of you. It upset him because he wanted you to be more comfortable with him.

He decided to pamper you and treat you to a nice romantic night. He cooked you both dinner and ran a hot bath for afterwards. He told you to dress up so you did and after three outfit changes, you felt alright in the dress you’d picked. Pietro grinned as you stepped out of the bedroom, “You look beautiful,” he complimented you, kissing you deeply, “Look at you!”

Your cheeks burned as he complimented you, “Oh, stop, I don’t.”

“Seriously,” he said, turning your face to look at him in the eyes, “You are so stunning.”

You thanked him, feeling warm and fuzzy inside, as he led you to your chair and pulled it out for you, “What’s brought all this on?” You asked with a smile as he pushed your chair in.

“I just want you to know and understand how perfect you are to me,” he said collecting two plates with dinner and serving it, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

When dinner was over, you and Pietro were laughing and chatting when he stood up and said, “Follow me, madame,” he said in a particularly bad French accent as he stuck out his hand and bowed low.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he led you to the bathroom where the bath was. He dipped his hand in, “Perfect.” 

“For me?” You asked.

“For us,” he corrected as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it into the hallway.

“Us?” You looked at the bath, “How will we both fit in there?”

“I guess we’ll have to get up close and personal,” he smiled, pulling his trousers and boxers off and tossing them out too, “Are you coming or what?” He slid into the bath and you asked him to close his eyes, “You know I find you beautiful. I love your body.”

“Oh god no,” you scoffed.

“Baby,” he sighed, “I want to make you more comfortable around me, I know that won’t happen instantly but I just want you to know that no matter how big or small you are, no matter what size your thighs or your stomach is; no matter how wobbly your tummy is... I will always find you to be the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”

“You mean it?”

He nodded, reaching his pinky out, “I promise. I want you to be comfortable with me.”

You linked his pinky with his and took a deep breath, “Close your eyes for a moment.” He complied, all the while telling you how beautiful you are to him.

Quickly, you stripped your clothes off and stood there, naked, in the heat of the bathroom. You took a deep breath, your stomach in knots at the thought of revealing yourself fully to him. He was your boyfriend and he was patient and loving and kind and... he only wanted to make you comfortable.

“Open.”

He opened them and his eyes trailed all over your body. Instinctively, you covered yourself but he reached over, his soapy hands taking yours away from your body, “You... You are so perfect,” he whispered, “I...” he looked to his lap which was concealed by bubbles, “We might need to skip the bath and just go straight to bed because wow...”

With that, you burst out laughing, your worries fading away at the realisation that you had turned him on so easily, “Pietro!”

“I can’t help that my girlfriend is so damn sexy,” he groaned with a laugh as he tugged you to the bath, “Will you bathe with me? I’ll be able to hold off until we’re in the bedroom.”

You laughed and clambered in, scooching close to him so that you’d both fit in comfortably, “You really still find me attractive?” You asked quietly.

He nodded, inching ever closer, “I absolutely promise. The easiest promise I’ve ever had to make...” He paused before saying, “On second thought, I don’t know if I can wait until the bedroom.”

You grinned, “Me either,” you said before kissing him, finding that his words and actions filled you with a new found confidence.

I saw the Pietro x Latina plus sized readers and it was so good can I ask for one but instead of fighting it’s Pietro confessing because reader falls asleep on Bucky’s lap and Pietro’s jelly butt putting her on his lap like my baby, etc??thanks love

Pietro confessing his feelings to you because he can’t keep up with the jealousy includes:

 -Him not being able to stand Bucky after he saw you falling asleep in his lap

 -Bucky not understand all the death threats, shade being thrown and just thick tension when he enters the room

 -You also being confused but not trying to get on Pietro’s bad side as he already is a bitter mess

 -Pietro then asking to speak to you in private

 -“What’s up?”

 -“I’m in love with you and can’t stand the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet”

 -You standing there speechless while your heart starts pounding in your chest

 -Pietro waiting for any reaction as he’s afraid that he’s about to get friend zoned

 -You walking up to him and smashing you lips against him, the feeling making the two of you let out content hums and sighs

 -The two of you locking lips for several minutes before pulling away slightly panting and smiling at each other

 -“I don’t want Bucky, just you” you confess which makes Pietro let out a relieved sigh as he can stop his hate campaign against the winter soldier

 -The two of you then going to the lounge and relax on the couch, you sitting in Pietro’s lap while Bucky walks by, who has a confused look on his face when Pietro pulls you closer and sticks his tongue out to him

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Walking Vibrator

Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader

After months of pining for each other, the two youngest Avengers give into their urges, much to the Avenger’s chagrin 

Warnings: unprotected sex, pull-out method, best friends to lovers, teasing, angry Tony

WC: 1.2k

A/N: I am a piece of trash and used google translate for the translations so they might be crap

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“F-fuck Pietro!” You screamed, your back arching up into his pale muscular chest, your hands digging into your soiled bed sheets, sweat clinging to every part of your body as you fell apart once more, soaking his considerable length in your juices. You thrashed above him, trying to pull away from the overstimulation but he only held your wide hips tighter, squeezing the bruises that he had left there only hours before. The tension between you that had been brewing for months culminated in this, getting your pussy destroyed on your bed by your best friend after he finally kissed you.

“You can take it draga.” (darling) His accent had gotten heavier as he grew closer to his own end. His face was buried in your neck, mouthing at the blemished skin, his scruff creating a wonderful burn against you, thrusting up into you. Your ass met his thighs with a wet smack. You groaned and buried your fingers in his silvery hair, tugging harshly on the roots. Pietro groaned, his hips jumping, his teeth clamped down on your pulse point. Your body was vibrating with pleasured pain, your pussy burned as he stretched you.

With a quick move, Pietro pulled you closer to him so your soft stomach was pressed against his abs and your thick thighs locked around his waist. His swollen lips met your own in a messy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing as he desperately punched into your warm cunt. Sokovian bled from his lips, you assumed he was praising you but he was speaking too fast for you to catch and your foggy mind could do no more than be hypnotised by the thin sliver of blue around his blown pupils.

You felt his muscles flex beneath your fingers as you clung to his broad shoulders. “Piet, I need you to cum please.” You begged, your voice hoarse from screaming. “било шта- било шта за тебе.” (anything- anything for you) You shuddered on top of him, going limp in his arms as he gave three, four more thrust before pulling out and spilling his cum all over your big tummy. 

“било шта, било шта за тебе.” (Such a good girl for me, darling) He whispered in your ear, pressing a quick peck to your lobe. A shiver rolled down your spine at the loving tone he spoke in. “Don’t speak to me like that.” He chuckled and rolled over so you were both lying on the bed, facing each other. “Why not draga?” He teased, laying his palm on your thick waist as he stared into your eyes with such intensity, you felt like shying away.

“Because it makes me want to go for another round.” You purred, not outright saying the truth, that every time he praised you in that silky voice of his, you just wanted to blurt out those three words that you were so afraid to say. But he knew, because he felt the same. Pietro chuckled and kissed your sweaty forehead. “Ve can go another round if you can stand on your own.” “Challenge accepted.” You said firmly.

Scooting to the end of the mattress, you gave the speedster a smug look before placing your feet on the carpeted floor and standing up… and then immediately collapsing to the ground as your knees buckled. Pietro threw his head back and howled with laughter, his whole body shaking. You shook your head in mock anger but could not suppress the smile that came from watching this beautiful man be truly happy. “Shut up and help me, you dork.” You hissed with no real malice. 

He was still chuckling as he pulled you back into his arms and walked to your ensuite.

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You emerged several hours later, actually able to walk now, even if it was very gingerly given how sore you were, dressed in one of Pietro’s incredibly warm tracksuits. The kitchen was eerily silent, especially considering all of the Avengers save for Wanda and Vision were gathered around the huge marble countertop. They all seemed to be in various stages of shock, except Natasha who had a smug grin on her face.

“Please don’t tell me there’s another robot army coming to destroy us.” You tried to joke but none of them made a sound, avoiding eye contact with you. You were getting worried now, did something happen? But then your gaze clocked the great Captain America.

Steve was hunched over the table, eyes locked on the newspaper in front of him but he wasn’t reading it, that much you could tell. He looked zoned out but the almost tomato red colour of his complexion told you everything you needed to know. They had heard everything.

Heat crawled up your neck as the embarrassment set it. You looked away shamefully, shuffling your feet, unsure of what to say. But before you could splutter out some excuse, Tony threw his hands in the air in aggravation, the usual dark bags underneath his eyes now a violent purple. “Y/N middle name I’ve forgotten Y/L/N, care to explain yourself?”

“Tony.” Steve muttered, trying to avoid any kind of confrontation about this. “No! No! We are discussing this!” You curled in on yourself, feeling like you were getting a scolding from your parents but only so much worse. Tony pointed a finger at you. “Him?! Really?!” 

“That’s your problem with this?!” Sam yelled, knocking over his empty coffee mug. “They spent all night fucking so loud it literally kept us all awake and your issue is who she did it with?!” He screeched, prompting the entire room to explode in a screaming match. You stood to the side, completely slack jawed at these grown adults yelling about your love life. Suddenly, a slim arm wrapped around your shoulders and Natasha’s voice whispered in your ear.

“Was he really that good?” You smirked and leaned into the Black Widow’s embrace, winding her own thick arm around the older woman’s waist. “He can make everything vibrate. And I mean everything.” Nat laughed and kissed the side of your head. “Good for you малютка.” (little one)

“Vat are ve all fighting about?” Pietro appeared on the other side of the kitchen with a woosh of air, having just come back from his morning run (well technically late afternoon run now). All of the Avengers locked onto him. “You!” Tony yelled and launched at the young man, just barely missing him as Pietro darted to your side. 

“You couldn’t just keep it in your pants could you!” The corner of his lip turned up in his signature smug expression and you braced yourself for the shit storm about to explode before you. “Vell, she just kept begging me for it. How could I say no?”

“Argh!” Tony screamed and the yelling started again, except this time, he grabbed a knife from the counter and went to launch at the speedster before Steve caught his arm and gave you both a look. “You two get out of here please, you’re just making it worse for yourselves.” “Vhatever you say Captain.” And he scooped you into his arms once more, more than happy to have any excuse to get you back into bed.

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@supremebesson said: do a pietro x thicce moodboard sis

-“i wish i could explain your eyes and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. how your smile makes my heart skip a beat and how everytime im with you, i feel so complete.”

Pietro Maximoff x Plus size reader Comfort. Smutty

-Just a little trigger warning there is talk of mental illness in this one. Panic attacks and drug use and such. All my ladies who have anxiety like me through your hands in the air lol p>

The last 48 hours had been a blur, and you found yourself trying to sort out your thoughts as you sat in the lab with both Bruce and Tony. You knew they were just trying to figure everything out themselves, but their exclusive science talk made you even more anxious then you already were, had you balling your hands into fists in order to keep yourself, your emotions…your power… at bay. You didn’t understand the dictionary grade terms they kept using. You weren’t a fucking rocket scientist . “I’m sorry did you just say molecular combustion? That sounds a lot like I’m fucking fucked” you demand, your voice cracking a little bit because you hadn’t been this scared of yourself in a really long time. “No,Y/N, there will only continue to be combustion as long as you let the acceleration get out of hand. If you can learn to control it, everything should be fine” you caught that should at the end of Bruce’s statement. Like it wasn’t a concrete deal yet. “And what if I can’t? Learn to control it?” What if you kept blowing things up?…Killing people? You’d be useless on missions because instead of the team focusing on the threat from whatever bad guy was the flavor of the week, they’d be focusing on the threat that you might blow some on up instead of freeze them. “Well then your previous statement about being fucked will be pretty accurate” Tony’s blunt with you, not in a mean manner, but a serious one. You can tell he’s worried, like the rest of them. You just nod as you process, or at least try to, the information they’re giving you. It was along to take in. Somehow, your powers were advancing, morphing and growing. Growing up a mutant, you’d known your could freeze things since a pretty early age. And no, not like in ice. Like you could literally freeze molecules. Molecular immobilization, but for some reason on the last mission when you’d tried to freeze a bus full of civilians that’s breaks were out instead of it stopping in time, it blew up. Injuring nine people. And killing two. “You were able to get control of your freezing, you’ll be able to get this under control too. It will just take some time and practice” Tony’s voice is too soft, like he’s softening you for a blow. You know what it is. “Until then I’m benched, huh?” Him and Bruce share a look and he nods. “I’m sorry kid, it’s just too dangerous. For everybody. Including you” You weren’t mad at their conclusion. They still had more tests to run, find out why your body was revolting against you. You were a liability. One that had cost people their lives and you knew that wasn’t just going away. You’d have to face the music for what you’d done, Avenger or not. And music there was. Every News station from CNN to the Today Show was discussing your mistake. Dissecting it. Were the Avengers really heros? Were mutants safe to be around the public? It made you sick, your panic disorder spinning out of control, eating you alive. Crippling you. Bruce had given you a pre rioting of Valliume and encouraged you to pop one every few hours, take the edge off until he could figure out how exactly to “help” you. Even under the drug induced haze you were still scared. Terrified that you’d accidentally use your power. It was like second nature to you. Like catching or throwing. You reacted with your power, you didn’t know how to be…without freezing. Which is why you had to isolate yourself, at least for a little while. Not even Steve, the super soldier, could live through you blowing something up next to his head. You know they just want to help, to check in on you and make sure you’re okay because some how this rag tag group had become your second family but everytime one of them tried to approach you over the next few days, you shrugged them off as fast as you could. Wether it was Nat coming to your room or Sam who you’d ran into in the kitchens, your stomach dropped and fear enveloped you at the idea of hurting them. Of course; Wanda and Pietro didn’t listen. Didn’t head your reclusive warnings. You loved the twins as much as they annoyed the living fucking life out of you. You’d gotten close with Wanda after the whole Ultron/Sokovia thing half a year ago, you guys were the same age and the “witch” had a gentleness about her that you’d bonded with. And of course there was no bonding with one, without the other tagging along. Pietro was your friend too, you guessed. Even though he was annoying and hyper active and constantly hitting on you in a way that was far from suave. He made you laugh, and vice versa. There was no lack of laughter when you two were around eachother. Wanda was sat at the end of your bed as you leaned against the headboard, a re-run of Keeping Up with the Kardashians playing on the flat screen. You’d taken one of the pills earlier and were starting do feel it, your eyelids heavy and mind calmed as Wanda talks to you about everything. And nothing. Just wanting to be there for you. “Could you imagine growing up with all of that money?” She clicks her tongue looking at the tv. You smile lazily “Hmm, I wish. I’d go on an endless vacation” “I’d fix my teeth” Wanda laughs and you can’t help but laugh too. “Shut up! Your teeth are fine!…I’d get my nose done. And maybe a lil lipo, I’d make sure my ass stayed fat tho” You replied and she snorts, taking another bite from the bowl of ice cream you two were sharing. “Give some ass to the less fortunate, like me” her accented voice makes you grin. “What are we talking about, hmm?” Your door is opened and closed so fast you can’t even see it as Pietro comes in and shoots a look at the tv “Huh, asses? At least you guys’ are real” You pull your legs up a little as he comes to sit on your bed with you guys, right next to Wanda towards the edge. He doesn’t let you stay scrunched up though, he grabs your legs and pulls them so that your calves in his rest in his lap and your reclining back comfortably. You’re scantily dressed, an oversized heather tee and a pair of barley there spankie shorts, your chubby legs on display. If you were sober, you might have been more self conscious. “Get comfortable, princesza” Pietro advises as he himself relaxes, leaning against the wall. Between the feeling of him lightly and rhythmically stroking your thigh and the sound of him and Wanda arguing softly in Sokovian over who was the hottest Kardashian-Jenner your soon lulled into a deep dreamless sleep. You wake up, hours later. Still feeling a little hazy but clearer. The room is dark, the large windows pitch black, the only light coming from the TV. You sit up, eyes scanning. Wanda’s not there anymore. How long had you been asleep for? You go to grab your phone and sit up too fast. Your head spins something fierce. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” A deep silken voice asks from beside you. You hadn’t realized that Pietro was still in the room, now laying next to you on your bed. His hands were behind his head as though he had been relaxing but his icy eyes looked concerned. “Yeah” you let your head fall back into your pillow “I’m okay. I’m just a little out of it. How log have I been out?” “Five episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air” he answers his tone playful and you roll your eyes “a few hours, nothing to worry about” You nod, taking him in. Maybe your still high, but the way the tv lights hit his skin makes him look luminescent. Makes his skin look translucent and his eyelashes leave giant shadows on his cheekbones. You tear your eyes away from ogling him. You have to. “Where’d Wanda go?” “She went to go check something it for Stark. Her, Steve and Vision” Pietro tells you nonchalantly and your can feel a little rush. “But everything okay right? Nothing major?” He must be able to hear the slight panic in your voice because he reaches over to rub your exposed forearm soothingly. “Everything’s all good, princesza. Don’t worry about it, okay? You need to stay relaxed” his words are slow, lullaby like “I stay here with you to make sure you are okay, if you want to be alone just tell me and I’ll let you-” “No” you desperately interrupt him. Being alone with your thoughts is to daunting. His eye brows raise and a small, smug little grin graces his features. “Don’t worry, Wanda told me if I left you she’d beat my ass, you’re stuck with me…I knew you liked spending time with me” You roll your eyes, but quietly, you’re relieved. What would you do without the twins? Pietros good at this whole babysitting/making sure you don’t blow anyone or anything up thing. You watch late night Nickelodeon and he has you chuckling the whole time. Usually, you pretend to hate how touchy he is. You deny him purchase on your skin but tonight you can’t get enough. Your practically purring as he runs his fingers along your arm, down your side and then back up in circuits. He does it casually, keeping his attention on the show or the conversation you two are having but he seems to get closer. Where there was once nearly a arms length of space between you on the bed, he’s now pressed against a you. His right arm against your breast as he lays in his back and you on your side. With his left, he’s still reached over, still leaving goosebumps on your skin. You can’t help it, you lean into him, he’s always so fucking warm and it’s intoxicating. You face is pressed into his shoulder and you’ve moved so that its hugging his arm comfortably. You honestly feel so serene that you could fall asleep again. Your conversation about wether or not there’s glow worms in space seems to dissipate. “Y/N?” Pietro breaks the silence, sounding almost hesitant. “Yeah?” You whisper, not opening your eyes. You can feel his though. Feel the atmosphere changing. “Are you feeling calm?” You can’t help but melt at how good he was being to you. How attentive. “I mean yeah, for the most part” You could feel your belly tightening with anticipation, feel his breathing as you gripped his arm. “You know…if you need me to help you calm down I could” Fuuuuck. It’s not what he says but how he says it. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, still not opening your eyes. Maybe a little scared to face him. A little scared of what you wanted. “How?” Your mutter into his shirt and his arm shifts, your chin no longer in his shoulder as he puts his arm under you, around you and pulls you as close as you can get. You’re resting in his chest now, his arms circling you. You bury your face in his neck. Hiding still. “Let me show you, open your eyes. Look at me?” It takes coaxing, his thumb running across your back but your raise your head, dragging your nose along his jaw, your closed mouth tickled by his dark stubble. “Y/N” He whispers as your lips reach his, only a half an inch away. Your breathing the same air. What he exhales, you inhale and your heart is pounding against your chest but not with fear. “Pietro” your voice is airy and gorgeous and that’s all it takes because then your kissing, your plump lips pressing against his over and over. Sucking. Exploring. You grab him by the side of the neck, pulling him closer, needing the kiss to deepen and he means in your open mouth, his tongue sliding in. You kiss until your heads spinning, it feels like an eternity. Pietros hands begin to wander, he can never stay still. Under your shirt, upwards. You jerk a little at the hot pads of his fingers trailing up your side, spanning over the roll on your back. “Shh” he hushes, his touches slowing “I just want to take care of you. Let me?” All you can do is nod. Take care of you he does. When he had said he knew a way to calm you down, you weren’t even thinking this was how it was going to go. With him palming your breasts and you gasping for air as he left kisses and beard rash all along your neck and chest. He wastes no time in turning you onto your back, hovering over you. When he starts to shimmy your tiny shorts down your legs you come to a bit, sobering. “Piet, I don’t have any condoms?” “That’s okay, dieta ” he coos. You’ve never heard his voice so thick with his accent before. “We’ll get to that another night. Tonight I just want to make you cum, is that okay with you?” What do you even say to that? Like fuck, oh my god. Peitro, who you had heard was the worlds most selfish lover; always in search of his own release, was telling you that all he wanted to do was make you feel good? You let out a squeak of an okay and then press your head back. He kisses your cheek, tenderly, as he navigates your now naked lower half. “No panties, huh?” “Those shorts are panties” you defend and he laughs gruff against your skin as he kisses your neck. When his palm rests against your cunt, rubbing slowly from the outside you bite your lips together and nuzzle your head against his hair pleadingly. He doesn’t tease you like you’d think he would. He knows the week you’ve had and all he wants to do is make you feel good. His fingers slip inbetween your labia , playing in the wetness. Sloshing it around before he immediately goes to your clit and begins to rub it in circles with his index, middle and ring finger. “Oh shit” you moan, because that’s what you needed. Your clit played with. “Tell me how you like it” he begs you from his place partially on-top of you his face pressed into your neck, your hair everywhere. “Faster, ugh- like that” Your lost in the feeling of him rubbing your bundle of nerves in dizzying rotations. Back and forth. Up and down. Your already so close, your hips bucking when his fingers leave your clit at superspeed, not giving you time to register before he slides two of his thick fingers inside you. You go to sit up, your body jerking and your eyes bulging but he pushes you back down. “Shh, baby” he comforts as he starts pumping them in and out of you, and it’s only a moment before you cum on his hand. Groaning and gripping his hair. He doesn’t stop though, if anything that just spurs him on. He’s exploring inside of you with his fingers, pushing on your walls, using a scissoring motion as he pumps and your head is rolling. “Fuck Peit” Your whimpers are met by him adding a third finger, then a fourth. Stretching you wide, pounding you sho hard with his digits that your body shakes with the thrusts. Your tits bouncing everytime he slams them in to. The squishing sound echoing around the room. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK oh my god” you cry as you cum again, your hands fisting whatever they can grab onto as you try to anchor yourself. You’d never…your head was spinning in circles. Your core sensitive and over stimulated. Your whole body had spasmed and was still twitching as he continued to fuck you with his hand. “Fuck your gushing” he sounds so in awe “your pussys so pretty and tight. You have such a pretty pussy” just the sound of him saying pussy with that accent… Fuck you couldn’t take anymore. Your first two orgasms had left your already stressed body exhausted. “Pietro stop, I can’t” you whine, the full feeling that came with his fingers was too much. You were almost sobbing, your pants leaving your raw throat in cries that you could barley muffle. “I’m too sensitive I can’t” “You can” he urged, his mouth traveling to yours so that he could capture your lips. “One more, princesza. Give me one more” “I can’t” you cry against his lips as his fingers begin to disappear and reappear at in inhuman speed. Vibrating inside of you. Your writhing under him, full on sobbing now. Shaking your head from side to side as tears well and leak from your squeezed shut eyes. Gripping a hand full of your hair at the scalp. He’d never seen anyone so fucking beautiful in the thows of passion. It would haunt him, the vision of you like this. When you release this time, it’s with everything in you. You release all the stress and fear, it all exits and your mouth falls open in a screech so intense it’s silent. Your mind goes white and you can’t breathe as little rivers squirt from within you. Pietros there with you for it all, whispering how beautiful you are, peppering your face with kisses for the minutes it takes for you to come back down. “Fuck Y/N, that was so beautiful. You’re so special. It’s okay, dieta You’re okay” You cling to his words as you catch your breath, your heaving chest starting to slow. You’re still crying and you don’t know why? You’ve never been an emotional person but what he had just done to you…done for you had you in tears. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hug him close. “It’s okay” he whispers, gripping you tight and rubbing you back. You bury your head into his chest, completely physically and emotionally sated and he uses one hand to pull the blankets back up around the both of you. You fall asleep in his embrace, clinging to him tightly. So… That was way more intense then I had planned for it to be. That sexy ass Sokovian does things to me, mane. Sorry it’s so long but I know you’ll enjoy it! Oh and your powers were inspired by Pipers in Charmed? You know how she has the power to freeze? Yeah like that. Well…I’m going to go take a shower to wash off the filth I feel in my soul.

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𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕜𝕚 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖!! ♡︎

yes, this is the official post of me asking for a rp anon, i think they’re adorable!!!

i’m twenty years old, i do age regress (sfw only), i’m very cuddly & love to spoil others with attention and get spoiled with attention!! i’m very thick & a little curvy

characters i’d be happy to have (bold = preferred) : jake jensen (the losers), ransom drysdale (knives out), bucky barnes (mcu), loki lauyfeson (mcu), steve rogers (mcu), pietro maximoff (mcu), mickey henry (monday), lance tucker (the bronze), peter parker (the amazing spider-man)

having a main/ side blog is preferred but not required !!

I Messed up

Words: 1158

Relationship: Pietro Maximoff x Plus Size!Reader

Warning: Concern, mention of violence.

Summary: You are a plus size's mutant with powers of technocinese and magnetocinese. You date Pietro Maximoff, and even though you're an overweight girl, he's in love with you, even more so because you're afraid of losing yourself.

It was one more victory for the Avengers over HIDRA and I'm happy to say that I helped make that happen. Everyone was really important in this, but the Captain and Mr. Stark made a point of emphasizing my importance to this. According to Stark "Thanks to my technocinese, it was possible to track and manipulate the HYDRA agents and capture them all" even though everyone had cyanide and died a few moments later.

“We have to celebrate!” Tony exclaimed as we arrived at the compound.

“People die and you want to celebrate?” I replied coming in following the man who practically ignored me.

"Don't ruin this moment, my dear. Now go to the Internet or shopping and buy a nice dress. The party will be in a few days.” Tony said excitedly and already going to the bar.

I just rolled my eyes and headed for my room. I went to the bedroom ready to take a shower and relax a little, I was having a terrible backache, I would think of partying and clothes afterwards. When I got to my room, I felt a quick wind on my back and I already knew who it was.

"You were great today, Prinstessa.” I heard his remark in his wonderful accent and I felt my legs wobble. "You did well too, Pietro.” I said letting him hug me, hugging him back.

"I'm relieved that you're okay, but I confess I was worried when they started firing toward you. I've never ran so hard in my life.” Pietro confessed, kissing my shoulder and I couldn't resist such a cuteness and stroked his platinum hair. "You know I can control metal too, don't you?" I asked, and pulled him away enough to look at him without letting go of his embrace.

"I know, except you don't wear armor, have no shield, and don't have any resistance. You can hurt yourself, or worse...” Pietro said with a concerned expression, caressing my waist and I smiled before kissing him.

Pietro and I had been dating for a little over a year. We met when I joined the Avengers. They all welcomed me very well, were very attentive and had a lot of patience with me. But of all, the twins Maximoff and Mr. Stark were the ones that got along better with me.

Months after my arrival, I realized I was in love with Pietro and Wanda helped me hit him, we started dating after the first date. Stark plagued us with his silly jokes, but I knew he cheered for both of us, he told me that himself. Of course he was drunk when he told me, but I highlight this mere detail.

When Pietro smoothed my back, I felt the back pain intensify and I couldn't disguise it. Which left Pietro worried.

“What's it? It's all right?” He asked as I let go and needed his back over his waist. “I donno! It hurts more now than before.” I replied. "Take off that uniform..." He nodded seriously and without a trace of malice in his voice and his gaze.

I obeyed, opened the zipper of my uniform, which was identical to Natasha's, but red and much larger. He came up behind me and before I could even ask him something, he took me on his lap and led me to the infirmary. It was only when we got there that I could ask any questions.

“Shit, Y/N! If you were feeling pain, you should have said it!” Pietro complained as he sat me on the bed. "You were shot!"

“What? How? I quit all the bullets!” I retorted as the nurse approached me and studied me.

"Can you see if it hit anything?" Pietro asked the nurse. “Only after a resonance.” She answered, helping me to get off the litter. "The bullet has been lodged, you can see from the wound, but I don't know if it hit something, so I guess you just clean up that wound and take the exam."

"Okay." I answered and looked at Pietro, who didn't know if he would be angry or worried. I think both.

"You should have told me you were in pain." He insisted on saying and helped me change into a hospital uniform. "We would have come here straight."

"I know, I messed up.”

“You messed up.”

"You could wait a little outside, Mr. Maximoff, it'll be quick. - The nurse asked and Pietro left the room very upset.

I was sorry for making him worry. The truth was that I always had pain in my back or feet. I'm overweight, all due to my anxiety. I sometimes also extrapolate in the food, but who told me to be so anxious and discount everything in what I find first in the refrigerator. Usually they are Pietro's puddings, but he doesn't complain because he knows I'm the one who picks it up, but at first Pietro was very angry because he got his pudding.

I'm not a morbid obese either, but I don't have the sculptural body that Natasha and Wanda have either. So much that I never attended the pool parties, as much as everyone said it had nothing to do, I still don't feel comfortable. Not being thus in front of the gods like them.

When Pietro returned to the room, after being allowed to enter again, the woman cleaned my wound and closed it temporarily so as not to bleed openly.

"The bullet didn't hit any organs, only the muscle.” The nurse said. "I'll take the bullet and it'll be brand-new in a few days."

“You listened that? You don't have to be with that face, it was nothing serious.” I said in an amused tone in the hope of seeing him smiling, but he continued serious. “Wow, are you so upset?”

“Of course I am.” Pietro said seeing the nurse move away to pick up the instruments for removal, even if I thought it unnecessary, I could do it myself. "I thought you were going to die at the base, I was... I..." He broke off to control himself and I tensed.

“You what?” I encouraged him to speak.

"I was afraid of losing you." He confessed as he approached and gave me a quick kiss, holding my face in both hands. “Sorry, Piet. I'll be more careful, I promise.” I said, caressing his hand, which seemed to make him relax, because he gave me his beautiful smile.

"I don't want you in a box of matches, I want you whole." Pietro said with his smile now becoming malicious and I had no way to not blush. “Pietro, respect the nurse!” I said, slapping him on the shoulder and he laughed awkwardly.

I could become a powerful Avenger, but there was still a lot I should learn. And I feel happy to have Pietro by my side for when I need to, not everyone is that lucky.

Tiny House Headcanons: Avengers Edition

Avengers Headcanons/Imagine. Plus Size Reader because YASSSSSS.

Also, if you’d like to read more of my work my main masterlist and you can find tons of stories and mini masterlists there! Enjoy! 

Imagine refusing to live on base and instead living in a Tiny House....

Tony: 

Let's be honest.  He's slightly miffed that you wouldn't want to be near him.  Especially when you have free range with decorating.   However, he knows you well enough to know that you need your space.  He'll just make sure to invade that very small space EVEN MORE. #noconceptofpersonalspace

Rhodey:

 For the most part, he's cool with you having your space and him having his...as long as your in his arms at night.  That's what really matters to James Rhodey.  #snugglebeast

Peter:  

Oh, Peter.  Bless him.  He thinks that you are the most badass person on the planet that you could build your own tiny house.  He's beyond fascinated and constantly trying to figure out ways to make it even more high tech. #constantlyswoonsoveryou

Natasha

: Ya'll, lol.  This woman tells you flat out, that whatever you do...you best have room for her in there because she not will under any circumstance be going to sleep without you.  You offered the suggestion of bunk beds and shawty was so damn offended she couldn't even finish her cereal.    Long story short, tiny house is more like bedroom on wheels, lol.   #dtf #literally #itseffingportable

Clint:   

This turned into a full on family affair with Clint.  Ya'll went back to his farm and he got the kids involved.  They love you.  It was a whole project.   Complete with tiny little area on top for 'someone' to sit and 'nest'.     "It's a lookout, babe."   *cough* "Nest" *cough* #itstotallyanest #letsseeifhelaysanegg

Thor:  

Thor is DOWN with this idea.  He thinks all Midgardians are tiny anyway and when he sees you making sketches about a 'tiny house'....homie is FASCINATED.   He is more than willing to offer up Asgardian building techiniques and help with anything you like. Payment you ask?  Coffee, cuddles, smooches, and poptarts.   #itsafuckingdeal #godofdeals #winwin

Loki: 

Loki takes a bit of a different approach.  Firstly, he fucking evesdrops and figures out what you're doing.  Then this lil mofo STEALS your papers and makes adjustments.   THEN he replicates himself by like twelve and they build it when he insist you pay him with affection.   #manipulativelittlejerk #youloveitthough #thankgodforhispowers

Hulk: 

 You are so fucking happy to have your big green gumdrop on your side.  He is most helpful with the building process.   Much like when you need to put the star on top of the Christmas and he just lift you up...he does the same when you want to install anything to the roof.   "Baby, I can totally use the latter." you tell him. "Latter not safe.  Hulk safe.  Hulk hold chipmunk."  he says. #hecallsyouchipmunk #becauseeveryoneistinyandcutetohim #healsoloveyourchubbycheeks

Bruce: 

 On the outside he's shy and withdrawn.  On the inside and when you get him off onto your little plot of land where you're privately building....this dude is a fucking casanova.   He may have smashed his finger a few times with the hammer but wow, he's a charmer.   #youredeeplyimpressedwithhiscontrol #yousmashedyourthumbonce  #yourbasicallyturnedintoawerewolf  #nofullmoon #nocondition #youjustafuckingbeastlol

Wanda: 

Secretly loves the idea and wants to live in this little house with you because you are her number one bae FOREVER.   On the outside, she's a little hesistant to leave the base because she's worried she'll hurt you.   Is totally caught in her feels when you ask her what color she'd like her 'closet' area to be.   #ofcourseyouwantherthere  #youknowher #toknowheristoloveher #wandaiscutestbae

Peitro: 

10/10 had fashioned a chain through the front hook up, tied it around his waist and took it on a joy ride more than once.   With you in it.   #sorrybabe #itwasfunthoughright #letsdoitagain

If you didn't love him so much...you'd have choked him. Steve: 

 Psh, this boy.  He's totally supportive of whatever you want to do.   You want a build a tiny house?  I got you, babe.   Immediately goes out and rips wood apart with his bare hands for it.   Also, applies his artistic sensibilities when you ask him if he'll help you paint.   Stevie =  Extra Supportive Babe.  10 out of 10 would reccommend.  #stevethebabe #supportivesteve

Bucky:  

Bucky is Bucky and sometimes that means reserving his opinions on things.  He's constantly impressed with your drive and determination and the both of you know that if you asked something of him...he'd crawl through a valley of glass and swim through a sea of alcohol to do it for you.    

Also, he thought he'd be a little claustophobic of a small space after spending so much time in kryo but the tiny house is ....you.  Everything about it makes him think of you and he loves being in.    So much so that if and when a little glitter gets on him...it actually makes him smile when he finds it on missions.   #buckylivesinthetinyhousenowtoo

Sam: 

 Sam insisted on a good kitchen and that if you just had to have the tiny house...please not to go further than the back yard.  He'd miss you too much.  However, he'll be the first to admit that when ya'll go places it is so much easier to just hook it up to the back of the truck.  You can literally drive all day and go to sleep in an actual bed.  Wake up and have bacon and eggs on a stove.  Fucking amazing. #downforbreakfast #alldayeveryday #mealsonwheels

Heeeeyyy, smoochies!  I hope you enjoyed this little fun headcanon/ imagine for the Avengers!  If you liked it please be sure to let me know in the comment section! Also, rather than make this ridiculously long, if ya'll want it- I can do the Thor movies version of this and the Black Panther movie versions of this with all those characters.  I figure if I don't...it'll be a million miles long, lol.  

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