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stuckyrogersbarnes · 5 months

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'Fuck me then.' (Pietro smut)

Warnings - Creampie, oral, praise kink.

Word count - 1.3K

Female reader

You and Wanda had been bestfriends since your traumatic days trapped at HYDRA. And even though it was long gone, you still met eachother at least every 2 weeks. She was quite busy after joining the Avengers, you couldn't be prouder. And although she tried to convince you to join, you didn't want to get back into that. So, you got a normal job as a barista at a local coffee shop. It wasn't the best, but it was fine for the moment.

However, Wanda's brother, Pietro Maximoff, never failed to get on your nerves (and vice versa). Sure, he was attractive, but he was a huge asshole, unlike his sweet sister. You, unfortunately, had been blessed with x-ray vision so you got to see Pietro's "progress," all throughout his teenage years, without being able to do anything about it. Meh, he was average. But, luckily, now you know how to control it.

"Hi, what can I get-" you gasp as you look up. Pietro, the man you hadn't seen in years, was standing right in front of you. "Good to see you too, kochanie. Long time." The word 'kochanie,' never failed to piss me off. It meant 'darling,' or something in Polish, around where he was from. "Pietro, never thought I would see you again." "Life's full of surprises, Kochanie. I'll have a regular cold coffee." You put on a sarcastic smile. "Coming right up." He walks off. You hand the drink to a waiter to give to him so that you won't have to see his insufferable face ever again. And although you hated him, you couldn't help but think that he had become super-duper good-looking, atleast compared to what he used to look like.

Tony and you were quite close too, so of course, you were invited to his huge New Year's Eve party. You put on your slutty red dress with a pair of golden earrings. After seeing Pietro today, your ovaries had kind of been in a twist, if you know what I mean. You walk your way down the large stairway and feel the stares of hungry men on you. You look around, only to find a certain someone looking directly at you. The same man who you saw today in the coffee shop, he looked taller, more defined, and with a beard than when you knew him. You had a thing for beards, you loved the sting. Your breath hitches. Pietro. "Kochanie, how pleasant to see you here." He greets you. "Mhmm, good to see you too." You try to sound confident but little does he know, you're dying to use those powers of yours right now. You shake it off and begin to walk away.

Instead of walking away and never seeing him again, you trip and he instantly grabs you by the stomach. "Fuck." you whisper. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he leans closer, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." he whispers in your ear. He then leaves you, alone, with goosebumps surrounded on your skin. What just happened?

Even though you tried your best not to let your curiosity take over you, you find yourself outside the fancy bathroom. Should I go in? "Ugh." you groan. "Ah. I see you came." "What do you want Pietro?" You didn't turn back to see him, but you could hear his steps as he walked closer to you. "I'll get straight to the point, kochanie. After seeing you today, I needed to see you again. Now that I see you in that dress, looking so goddamn beautiful Y/n, I need to fuck you. Hard." You gasp and your pussy clenches. You slowly turn back, the background music slowly fading out. You thought for a second before saying, "fuck me then." He instantly grabs your neck and connects his soft lips to yours. He pushes you into the bathroom and locks the door. "You sure about this, darling?" "Yes." "good girl," he smirks and hitches you up onto the counter. He immediately bends down to his knees, spreads your legs wide open, and moans at the sight of your bare, wet pussy. No panties, no nothing. "Oh, I have been waiting for this for so fucking long." Before you get to even process what he says his tongue enters your wet hole, you moan and he begins to thrust. He then adds one finger to your pussy and latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it, hard. You grind on his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You never thought Pietro would be so good at eating you out. You pull on his hair and grind on his face as he inhales your juices. "Fuck, you smell amazing." That statement alone was enough to send you on edge. But as soon as he says it, he adds two more fingers, completely stretching you out. "PIETRO!" you scream, unable to hold it back. Your pussy pulsates and you squirt, all over his face, leaving his hair and face wet. "You taste amazing, kachanie." Your blush in embarrassment. Did I just do that? "I-i'm sorry that never happened before-" Before you finish he cuts off with a kiss, making your pussy even wetter. You can taste your sweet juices in his mouth and lips. "Don't be embarrassed, Kochanie. That was so fucking hot." he then takes two of his fingers and enters your pussy abruptly. He kisses down your neck, immediately finding your soft spot. You moan.

"Fuck me Pietro." as soon as you say that he unlatches his belt with one hand and takes his jeans off. You can see his hard-on through his boxers. You moan at the nibling sensation on your neck. The surprise and shock of this happening sent you more on edge as your pussy clenches on his fingers and he pulled out, panting, making all your juices spill on his boxers, leaving them see-through. You could see his pink tip and his veins pulsating. He slowly takes off his boxers, his dick jumps out, almost reaching his belly button. You gasp. You do not remember it being so long. And you certainly don't remember it having a slight curve, which it does now. Wow, he has become a man. He takes off the straps of your dress, only to see your tiny, hard nipples. Your breath hitches as he latches his lips onto one of them and plays with the other one with his fingers. You moan, "Pietro. Inside. please," unable to form proper sentences. "Tsk. No patience. Though, I'm complaining." He unlatches his lips from your throbbing nipple. He lifts you up, you yelp. He bends you over on the cold marble counter, making you shiver from the cold sensation. His cock enters you, reaching a spot that had never been reached by anyone, including you, ever before. Before he even started thrusting, your vision blurs and you come. Wow. He groans and begins to thrust. "Fuck y/n, you're so tight." You moan. He bangs into you, again and again and again. You scream. He keeps hitting your G-spot over and over again. "I need you, Pietro." "Need me to do what, my darling?" "I need you to go faster, harder." He speeds up, banging harder. "Fuuuckkkkk." you moan. "Ugh," he moans, "I'm going to come Y/n." "Me too." You clench on his dick, seeing stars for the fourth time in the last half an hour. You can feel his come ooze out of him in your pussy as he pulls out. You squirt all over his still-hard cock.

"One more round?" He asks. "Yes please."

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domxmarvel · 7 months

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The sweetest dream

Prompt: Mommy kink

Pietro x Female!Reader

It was a friday afternoon and you were in the usual spot,cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend. Who had long fallen asleep,leaving you scrolling through the various channels although most were just static. A sound drew your attention away,he was talking in his sleep. You couldn't make out any words until you heard him say.

"Mommy" It was now obvious what kind of dream he was having,he cuddled closer to you and you could now feel him thrust against you. He was still fully asleep,having no idea that he was grinding against your stomach. Reaching your hand down,following the curves of his muscles until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. Sliding your hand under,you felt him jump at your touch. Waking up just as your hand wrapped around him,causing him to moan before he could even say a word. “Mommy”

“Good morning,did you have a good dream?” You already knew the answer but you just enjoyed watching him blush.

“Please mommy”

“Please,what?”

“Touch me more,please I need you” You reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss,as your other hand pushed his pants further down to let you get a better grip on him. “That’s better than any dream” He smiled before he asked “Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course you can”

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memphisnovels · 11 months

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Evermore

Chapter 1. Dream a little dream of me

Masterlist

Chapter 2

I’m back my loves!

This is a new series that I have been working on for quite a while and I really hope you all enjoy it <3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

just to preface: The first three chapters are backstory for the OFC and her path to meeting the Avengers and Pietro comes into things in chapter 4. I will note this again at the beginning of chapter 3, it is an optional chapter which furthers her backstory but if you are too excited for Pietro then just reading chapter’s 1 + 2 and skipping to 4 would still be okay <3

Trust me Pietro is worth the wait!

summary: Nadia was raised in the Red Room, raised to be a weapon; a killer. From five years old this is all she knew, until a near-death experience and a chance meeting turned her world upside down.

series warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood and injuries, PTSD, angst, trauma, mutual pining, slowish burn, eventual smut, mentions of medical procedures, guns and torture.

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood and injuries

Russia, 2006.

Whether it was February or sometime in June I was no longer sure.

The air was glacial around me, and I was sure I was dying.

There was a dampness that enveloped me, something in the stale air that agitated my senses. I laid back against the rough gravel, sweat streaming down my neck even with the snow that dappled my cheeks. It must be February still, this much snow could only mean winter. I rasped a breath out. My eyes were heavily lidded, suit becoming damp with the blood that spilled from my side. I saw a familiar face then, her name was Annika, or at least I thought it was. Dark hair slicked back as she prowled around searching for me. When our eyes met, I hoped death would come with haste, surely it would be merciful. This instead of returning to his grasp. She came to kneel beside me, gravel crunching under her weight. She said my name, but it was distant, her hand came to grip mine. Perhaps there was something in my gaze, something she recognized. That is the only conclusion I could come to as she let her hand drift from mine offering a single nod, but not the slightest of expressions as she spoke.

“Отдыхай сейчас, сестра.”

Rest now, sister.

I would never forget her mercy. My eyes drifted shut as everything became distant, the dreary cold, the aching muscles, the blood that drained from me. Then, there was nothing. Finally.

The smooth, delicate flesh which had seen no hard labor smoothed my hair down, twirling a golden curl between slender fingers. A quiet hum filled my ears, followed by smooth words

Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, ‘I love you’. Birds singing in the sycamore tree.

“Dream a little dream of me.” I murmured; the low hum of an engine filled my ears as I jolted awake. I was confused by the strange vision I had seen whilst unconscious, an American woman who had found her way into my mind’s eye many times before. When I’d told Natasha about her years ago, she’d said perhaps the woman was my guardian angel. The thought made my heart clench, I wondered where Natasha was, if she was still breathing or if she was merely another piece of the past now.

When my consciousness returned fully, I managed to prop myself up enough to take in my surroundings, I immediately regretted it. Surrounding me, atop my legs, by my head were bodies. I suspected we were being taken to a site for disposal, that had been my path, a nameless corpse among the others taken to be dumped in a wide grave. However, by some wicked twist of fate some stubborn part of me seemed unwilling to die. I had planned my escape before, many times over the past 10 years. Yet, now when it was practically in my palms, it was hollow and did not feel as if it were mine. I tore a small shred of fabric from the shirt of once of the corpses, apologizing to the lifeless eyes that watched me as I used it as a makeshift bandage over the wound at the side of my stomach. It hurt, yet I’d sustained far worse. I reminded myself of this as I took the knife from my boot and cut into my wrist, blood trickling down my forearm as I slipped the tip of the blade beneath the skin to locate the chip that would tell him exactly where I was. An ache set into the base of my skull as a ringing noise filled my ears, I persevered, nonetheless. Finally, metal hit metal and I slipped the tracker from my skin. I put the microchip into the pocket of one of the corpses. Even if it was followed it would only lead to a hole filled with dead. I pressed my bleeding wrist to my chest as I dragged myself to the edge of the trailer, tucking my head and rolling. The gravel scraped my flesh, digging into me and engraving new cuts into my body. I gasped for air as I landed on my hurt side, shutting my eyes tightly to block out the still present ringing. Whether there was a part of me that truly wished to live or it was merely stubborn fury that pushed me to get up I was unsure.

The pain seared through me as I watched the car leave the driveway from behind some stray shrubbery. Forcing myself back to my feet I hobbled toward the now empty house. A brief search of the area surrounding the backdoor returned no sign of a spare key and I could feel the blood still oozing from the wound on my side as well as the steady stream on my wrist. I leaned against the wall, steadying myself momentarily as my head began to spin. With a swift movement I shattered the small glass panel of the door, reaching within to flick the lock. Given the distance of this particular house from the nearest neighbor, I was not concerned that someone may be alarmed by the sound, hence the appeal of this property. When inside I made quick work of securing the items I required; pants and a shirt, to allow me to remove my torn, bloodied suit, only keeping my boots and push dagger. I also grabbed some towels. When I’d found each item I moved back to the kitchen, searching for some kind of first aid kit, though there was no sign of one in the vicinity. After rifling through a few more cupboards, I gave up on the errand, not wanting to linger in case the homeowner returned. Makeshift antiseptic would have to suffice, I grabbed the bottle of vodka I’d clocked in a cabinet before carefully moving to sit on the tiled floor. I peeled the black suit from my body, cursing as it clung to my gash. When I was down to only my undergarments, I pressed one of the folded towels between my lips, gritting my teeth around it as I held the other towel just below my wound.

I was unable to swallow the groans of agony that ripped through me as I poured the vodka onto my flesh, blood-stained alcohol pooling onto the towel in my hand. The ringing noise returned, echoing through my ears as the pain intensified, fraying my nerves. When the overwhelming burning subsided slightly, I began to attach a piece of cloth over the marred flesh; it would have to suffice until I could find a needle and sutures. As fast as I was capable in my state, I slipped into the clean clothes disregarding the mess that I’d created in favor of getting out of this house as soon as possible. I only collected the items that were coated in my blood before filling a canteen that I’d found with water from the tap. Before leaving, I grabbed a coat and gloves from the rack next to the door.

The flakes of snow kissed my cheeks as I trudged through the streets, tightening the coat around my body, chin tucked into the soft inside layer. I wasn’t sure where I was going or what I planned to do when I got there but remaining on my feet seemed a solid starting point. I managed to find a pharmacy along my way, the faint green cross bringing some relief as I all but stumbled through the door. Old Russian opera hummed over the radio, surrounding me as I scanned the shelves. A young boy sat at the front of the store, completely engrossed in the faded, well-loved comic book he was reading; I wasn’t sure he’d even noticed me enter, regardless of the bell that had rung above my head the moment the door had opened. I glanced at him to ensure he was still ignoring me before shoving a stitching kit and some bandages into my pockets. This was all I needed, though my feet seemed cemented to the floor where I stood. I was unsure whether I was swaying or if it was just my imagination. The room suddenly seemed to be spinning around me. My breath felt ragged, and I could feel sweat on the back of my neck.

“Могу я вам помочь, мисс?”

Can I help you, miss?

The boys’ words barely met my ears. I closed my eyes tightly, releasing a shaky breath and attempting to steady myself against the shelf.

“Нет, спасибо.” No, thank you. I grabbed a pack of throat soothing candies from the shelf, holding it toward him. “У тебя не тот вкус, который мне нравится.” You don’t have the flavour I like. He nodded in response, watching me with what I believed was concern for my welfare glimmering in his gaze. I offered him a smile that was likely not very convincing before turning and making my way from the store. I found a block of public bathrooms to lock myself in as I peeled the layers from my body and began the laborious task of stitching my wound closed. My hands were nowhere near as steady as they normally were, and it was no small task to focus my eyes. I’d stitched up my wounds and the wounds of others countless times, yet now, when time was not on my side, nothing seemed to be going my way. The sting of the needle seemed nothing compared to the collective pains from the day.

I recalled stealing the loaf of bread, so fresh it burnt me beneath my coat where I had stowed it away as I stumbled toward the tracks. The sting of the piping hot dough against my chest was easy to focus on, something to anchor me to reality. I remember that and I remember falling unceremoniously into the empty carriage at the back of the cargo train, the door was so heavy against my frail consciousness I was barely able to pull it closed. Even after summoning the last shred of strength that lingered within my bones, a slither remained present in the door.

I hadn’t the faintest idea how many hours were passing, by what I believed was the third sunset I’d witnessed through the crack in the door I was too exhausted to eat the bread that remained half wrapped beside me. The cool metal of the canteen in my hand the only thing anchoring me to reality. The days had begun to pass by with the same routine, it would begin with a searing agony that would eventually become a dull ache, the violent shaking would follow soon after, though at times they arrived in unison. Sweat would bead on my flesh, making me clammy and overheated as the glacial breeze continued to infiltrate the stale air of the carriage.

When the train slowed to a stop just before the fourth sunset, I decided that if I didn’t pull myself from the carriage now, I’d almost certainly die here.

There were bricks beneath my feet comprising the path surrounded by trees, I studied my surroundings through blurry eyes. Berlin. I had been here recently, but the months still seemed to have passed me by. People were celebrating, they were dancing in the street in colorful costumes and singing jovial songs; I remember now, it was the beginning of Fasching, the beginning of Lent, it was February. The streets still bustled, though no one danced, German flowed around me.

I approached a man who sat reading a newspaper on a park bench, asking him, in perfect German, what day it was. He told me it was the 1st of March and then he asked if I was well. I nodded slowly and turned from him, offering nothing further in the way of conversation. Continuing down the street I attempted to make a plan, I had no contacts here, not ones that existed outside of the red rooms grasp. A woman pulled me from my thoughts, she was not speaking to me, she was on the phone, and she spoke English. I glanced toward her noting the wallet that she slipped into her coat pocket, a small map in one hand. She was British. I diverted my path subtly, adjusting my gloves to ensure that no blood stains were visible. For a moment I just listened, having to close my eyes to focus in this altered state, in my head I mimicked her voice, repeating the sentence she’d just spoken over and over.

“Yes, I’ve just arrived in Berlin, it’s absolutely freezing here.”

Again and again, I said it as I approached her, she was ending her phone call when I finally stood before her. She gave me a friendly smile when our eyes met. “Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you, I just heard you speaking English, and well, I don’t speak a word of German, I was wondering if you could help me.” I spoke mimicking her accent.

“Oh of course, it is a tricky language! I’m Anna, what’s your name?”

I had found German to be relatively easy to learn, but I disregarded this. “It certainly is, I’m Natalie, I was hoping you could give me some directions to the nearest pharmacy?” She agreed happily, unfolding her map and beginning to show me what roads to follow to find my destination. I hummed along as she rambled, ignoring her words as I swiftly slipped my hand into her pocket, snatching her wallet and slipping it into my own coat before she’d finished talking. “Thank you so much, really, you’re a saint.” I spoke, forcing a smile just as warm as hers to spread across my face. I turned and began to make my way down the street in the direction she’d told me.

“Oh, and Natalie.” I rolled my eyes at her voice, forcing a smile back onto my face as I turned back to face her.”

“Yes, Anna?”

She stepped toward me, her expression completely calm and collected as she adjusted her jacket. “Might I have my wallet back?”

The smile never fell from my face as I regarded her, I was trained to face any circumstances that may arise on a mission, there was no room for error in the red room I had been forged into something of a perfectionist. “I’m not sure what you mean, your wallet?”

“Yes, love, my wallet which you just nicked.” I told her I hadn’t seen her wallet and I even acted mildly offended that she was assert such a thing. “I must admit you are quite an adept pickpocket, if it were just that perhaps I’d assume you were a mere street hustler and leave it at that after regaining my wallet. Though, I’ve been told I’m something of a connoisseur at separating your run of the mill con artist from someone like you.”

The accent I’d employed remained strong as I queried. “Someone like me?” Glancing at her with furrowed eyebrows as if to query her sanity. “Are you alright, Anna, what a thing to accuse someone of. I’ve not even seen your wallet.”

“See it’s that right there that gives you away, sweetheart.” I raised an eyebrow at her gleeful expression. “You don’t even falter when you lie, no shift in your demeanor, no evident tell of any kind. Really that is talent, kiddo. However, you did make one mistake.” I could feel sweat beading on my head and my surroundings were becoming more fuzzy than clear. Forcing myself to remain upright, I only prayed I wasn’t becoming paler before her eyes. I asked her once more what on earth she was speaking about. “You said that you spoke no German and yet you understood the map perfectly. The map which has not one word of English on it.”

Had I shown that I’d understood the map? I couldn’t remember, everything was becoming groggy and distant, I had never once been made before, but now, I could barely hear the words Anna spoke to me. Too weak to run, and too ill to continue deceiving her I simply threw her wallet onto the ground in front of her. “Fuck you.” I spoke letting the accent slip from my words, settling back to my regular speaking voice.

“You’re Russian? Are you working for the KGB? Did someone send you here?”

Suddenly I couldn’t feel my legs and my words became slurred. “Fuck off.” I attempted to leave but I stumbled, catching myself against a wall, the cold bricks pressing into gaunt cheeks.

“Are you alright?”

I pulled the push dagger from my pocket, aiming it toward Anna but evidently the threat was empty as I was no longer able to hold myself up, slumping down to the ground, limbs going limp at my side. My eyelids were inexplicably heavy then, each time I blinked I was plunged into the darkness longer. I could see the woman’s mouth moving as she approached me cautiously though none of her words stuck as the darkness came once more.

Thank you so much for reading - Pietro is worth the wait <3

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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Can I request Pietro Maximoff X female reader who has thick thighs, smutty headcanons PLEASE!!!

¡ marvel masterlist !

this is short but it is what it is

made this three separate sections: oral, thigh fucking, and general fucking

oral:

before eating you out he always leaves wet, sloppy kisses to the plump flesh of your thighs

maybe he gives it a bite or two <3

you have to whine and beg for him to get to your pussy </3

which says a lot because Pietro LIVES for oral

he just loves the warmth and softness of your heavenly thighs

while eating you out he loves it when he you squeeze his head with your supple thighs, keeping him where you need him most

your thighs surrounding his face and your sweet taste on his tongue is all he needs to be happy <3

thigh fucking:

LOVES thigh fucking

the feeling of your plush thighs and dripping pussy is heaven for him

they’re just so squishy and cozy and fit his cock perfectly <3

i see him finding any excuse to do this, though most of the time is intended to be a punishment for you

sometimes he does blow things out of proportion for the opportunity to nestle his cock in between your thighs </3

tears fall from your eyes as he grunts, meaty thighs in his grasp as he thrusts ruthlessly entranced by the soft feel

general fucking:

grips your thighs, kneading the flesh as he spreads your legs wide for him

he tries his best to keep a hand on them at all times

doesn’t matter what the position is, he’s touching them

fucks you at a fast pace just to see them jiggle <3

#anon lovey <3 #pietro maximoff (belle’s version)#by belle <3 #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff x reader smut #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff headcanon #pietro smut #pietro smut headcanon #pietro x reader smut #marvel smut

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local-crying-boy · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1-4

Pietro Maximoff x F!Reader

(Day 1-4 because I missed the first four days…)

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➪ Prompt(s): Pegging, tit-fucking, hate sex, rimming

➪ Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader

➪ Genre: angst, smut

➪ Warnings: Mature themes, sex, pegging, tit-fucking, rimming, swearing, death threats, submissive reader, dominant Pietro, unprotected sex, fingering

➪ Summary: After a mission gone wrong, you snap at Pietro and something unexpected happens…

➪ Word Count: 2.4k

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You were absolutely furious with none other than Pietro Maximoff, he never listened to you, never did as he was told and always took risks on missions. You had complained to Rogers and, well, the entire team, and requested to stop going on missions with him. Of course, though, they didn’t really do anything nor care all that much.

You were almost in a murderous rage, Pietro Maximoff had been getting on your nerves since he came to stay in the Avengers Compound with his twin sister. You felt bad for him, of course, but he was still an annoying prick.

As soon as you came back to the Avengers Compound, you started muttering to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. You turned to Pietro and opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again and groaned quietly.

“You know you could have gotten killed?!” You asked, voice raised as you turned to face him again. “You could have gotten us both killed!” You started mumbling under your breath again.

“You didn’t tell me to stay!” Pietro argued.

You stepped closer to him, getting in his face as you raised your voice at him, almost yelling. “I told you not to go!”

You huffed quietly. “For God’s sake, Maximoff, you listen to the primary on the mission. You listen to me! And what do you do? You ignore my orders, you get us in dangerous situations! I swear to God I am going to kill you! You-”

At that moment, Pietro grabbed your arms and pressed his lips against yours. For that small moment, it felt like bliss, despite the fact that you absolutely hated the man.

“Shut up.” Pietro growled quietly, his Sokovian accent thick and melodious, when his lips parted from yours. “All this complaining… It is none stop.”

You looked up at him, glaring at him. “How will you learn to stop being an idiot?”

Pietro shrugged ever so slightly, leaning closer to your face, a small scowl. “Do you ever stop complaining, L/N?”

You scowled at him, scoffing quietly. Your eyes glanced down to his lips, you were furious with the man, but, oh, how soft his lips were and how good he kissed. Now you saw what all the fuss was about with all the women Pietro dated or, well, slept with.

“You’re so fucking annoying, Maximoff.” You growled, looking up at him with spite.

“Again… the complaining.” Pietro mumbled, annoyance in his voice. “You just never stop. Chatter, chatter, chatter.”

You rolled your eyes, an almost silent scoff escaped your mouth. “And you are not worse than me?”

Pietro laughed out lightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his voice. “At least I don’t complain all the time.”

“At least I do my missions correctly.” You snapped back, staring up at him with sharp eyes.

Pietro gave a small grin, though he didn’t look all the amused, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

“You shut up.” You glared at him.

”Make me, L/N.” Pietro grinned.

And with those simple words, you clashed your lips with his, chasing a small noise of surprise on his face. The kiss had lasted a long, euphoric few moments, with Pietro pushing you up against the wall with his hands on your waist.

A certain noise escaped his mouth, a growl, a certain noise that went straight to your stomach. With hands moving to his silver hair, pulling at it gently, you gasped ever so quietly.

He really was a good kisser.

“I thought you hated me.” The speedster said with a cocky laugh, lips breaking from yours, but lingering by yours, teasing.

You stared at him, short breaths escaping your parted lips. “I do hate you.”

Pietro gave a small shrug, head moving slightly away as his eyes moved away from yours for a few moments, looking back at you with a stupid smirk, he seemed unbothered by the fact. “Fine by me.”

You shook your head, murmuring a curses under your breath, grabbing the back of his head and closing the gap between you and his lips once more. He was almost shocked by this, one of his hand moving away from your waist, moving to the wall so he didn’t completely crush you against the wall.

One of your hands remained in his dyed hair, while the other moved down to his neck, ensuring that he was staying connected to your mouth. You weren’t stopping this anytime soon.

It took Pietro a millisecond to decide that he didn’t want you in the landing room, he wanted you to himself. No distractions. No other Avengers. No S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. You gasped quietly when you felt the wind blowing in your hair, confused as to why you were now laid down on a bed. That was when you realised, the tricky bastard used his speed.

“Do you ever warn someone before running off with them?” You scowled, scoffing at his actions.

He only rolled his eyes at you. “Do you want this or not?”

You were silent, then you rolled your eyes, shaking you head before murmuring under your breath. “Just c’ere.”

He laughed lightly, leaning down onto the bed with his hands either side of your head, kissing you deeply, almost harshly. Your hands snaked around his neck, legs parted so that he was resting just in between them, your knees up to his ribs.

Just a few, short moments after he blessed you with his lips on yours, he broke the kiss, starting to attack your neck with sloppy kisses and nibbles. With eyes fluttering closed and small, sharp breaths escaping your delicate lips, Pietro’s hands snaked up to your ribs, keeping you in the place he exactly wanted you at.

Your hands went to his shirt, his stupid blue shirt, lifting it upwards to reveal his toned body. No words were exchanged as his lips broke away from your now purple neck, lifting his shirt over his head to show his pecks and abs. You’d seen his muscular body more than once because of training and, yet, it seemed that everyone it only got better.

He threw his shirt someplace in his room, his hands moving to his belt as he quickly undid it. With this quick freedom, your hands moved to undress your upper half of clothing, revealing your black bra, before taking that off and leaving it somewhere in the room you’d leave to future you to find.

Pietro set aside only a few minutes to check out your now exposed upper half, he had a stupid little smirk on his face, and he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself.

Although, when those quick seconds were done, he started to move to his trousers, undoing them swiftly while you did the same to your cargo pants. You slid off your pants, taking your underwear with them and pushed them to the side as Pietro did the same with his own trousers and boxers.

He grinned slightly, he then leaned down and started to kiss your collarbone, one hand pressed on your thigh as the other played with your nipple. Quiet and gentle moans left your mouth, a hand moving just to the side of Pietro’s chest, just above his ribs. His smooth hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh, a small thing that made your insides twist and your pussy wet.

The sweet, beautiful, melodic sounds that were coming from your mouth were quick to get Pietro hard, his cock pressing up against you stomach. With the feeling of his dick pressed up against your stomach, safe to say, made your heart pound harder and harder, with the addition off liquid that leaked from your pussy.

Pietro lips moved away from your collarbone, moving to the breast he hadn’t been playing around with. His mouth engulfed your boob, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as he pressed rough kisses on it. He made small humming sounds against your breast, causing the vibrations to spread across your entire body, a light moan escaping your lips.

The speedster, once decided that he gave enough attention to the first nipple, moved onto the one he’d been playing with, planting a kiss on it before his lips were parted from it. His tongue kept up its movements for an equal amount of time he spent of the other one, before he had enough and decided to try something.

He positioned himself so that his cock was able to easily slide in between your now saliva covered tits, you gave him a questionable look. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna fuck your tits.” He grinned, his casual voice while saying something you’d never thought he’d ever say to you caused a breath to catch in your throat.

You didn’t say much more, only a small nod of acknowledgment as Pietro slide his hardened cock in between your wet breasts. A small groan escaped his lips as his eyes closed for only a split second, his facial expressions causing you to almost be in a hypnotic state.

His hips moved back and fourth in a continued rhythm, groans and gasps on pleasure escaping his mouth, his cock growing wetter with precum more and more by the second. The way his lips parted when his low pitched groans hit your ears, the way his hair fell in front of his face when he watched his cock slide in between your boobs, it was all causing you to grow wetter by the second.

He thrusted his hips into your breasts a few more times before he started to get more and more faster with his movements, his cock pulsing as his breathing became more laboured and shallow. His head was low, watching as his cock pulsed and grew wet, loving how it looked in between your wet tits.

He let out a final groan as his thrusts became sloppy and slower, his white, thick liquid spilling out of his cock and spreading across your chest. He started to regain his breathing quickly, watching as you breathed heavily, a certain look in your eyes.

He stared at your shunning eyes, his smirk returning as he moved away from his position, moving your legs so that they were resting on top of his shoulders. His lips started to kiss your inner thighs, biting lightly on them ever so often to try and get those reactions out of you again.

Reactions he did get, you squeezed your thighs slightly together when he bit down on your inner thighs, moans escaping your lips as your eyes closed from the pleasure you were receiving.

You opened your eyes for a moment, you tutted quietly. “Maximoff, are you going to use me to pleasure yourself or actually let me feel something?”

He rolled his eyes at your statement. “You’ll see what I do.”

You repeated his words under your breath in confused. “What the hell do you- Oh…”

Your words were cut off by a quick, louder moan. Pietro’s tongue had entered your ass, licking it lightly as he ate you out. Your back arched, a new sensation you’d never felt before causing you pleasure you’d never think you’d enjoy before.

“Oh… shit…” You mumbled under your breath, your breathing becoming laboured as your hands gripped into Pietro’s hair.

You felt the small chuckle come from Pietro’s lips, causing a vibration through your body which just resulted in you letting another moan. Quiet and reserved moans were quickly switching into louder, shameless sounds, both you and Pietro could not care less about how much noise you were making.

Pietro, nor you, were extremely happy that the you had not been penetrated yet. Pietro needed his dick to be stimulated by something else, and you needed something inside of you. So, Pietro moved his lips away from your ass and pushed your legs off of his shoulders. He positioned himself, still in between your legs, and moved your legs so that they were around his waist.

He leaned over you and positioned his cock to your ass, before he pushed in slowly, causing a sharp breath to be taken in by both of you. One of the speedster’s hands moved so that his fingers slid inside of your desperate, soaked pussy, he started to slowly stimulate it. You laid your head back into the pillow, moaning out as his fingers did wonders on your pussy.

“Oh, yes…” You moaned out, hands moving to Pietro’s hard biceps.

Pietro only prided himself in your noises, he groaned out. “That’s it… yeah, oh, that’s it…”

Then, when Pietro thought was the right time, he started to move his cock in and out of your backside slowly, groaning as he did. You squeezed your eyes shut, loud whines and moans escaping from the sensation of his cock in your ass and his fingers pleasuring your wet pussy.

Pietro, despite his fast nature, kept up the slow pace, knowing that he should let you get used to the feeling of his thick dick in your ass, as much as he wanted to ruin you into oblivion. His low moans and groans were torture for you, all you needed was something inside of you, something that could easily slide in and out. You needed him to ruin you, just as he wanted.

Moments that were immensely pleasant for the both of you passed, which was when Pietro decided to start to get faster and harder with his movements, his hips pulling backwards before snapping back towards your ass, fingers started to finger you deeper.

It was not long before the two of you were a thing of entangled limps and moaning and groaning messes. Pietro’s sliver hair was falling in his face, grunts escaping his lips as he snapped his hips into you harder and harder. You were left with an arched back, head thrown back in the pillow, hands gripping at Pietro’s arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you positively.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, vision starting to get blurry as your legs started to shake. “Oh, God- Oh.. oh!”

Pietro groaned out, eyes closing for a few moments. “Shit… I’m going to-”

“Me… fuck, too…” You mumbled out.

And right you were, both of you released with a loud moan. Your back arched into Pietro chest, eyes squeezing shut with your mouth agape as your wet liquids covered Pietro’s fingers. Pietro let out a groan as his cock released inside of your ass.

Only a few seconds later, Pietro pulled his cock out of you and slowly slipped his fingers out of your pussy, and panting quietly, he laid beside you. You rested a hand on top of your chest, feeling Pietro’s previous release on there.

“I’m using your shower first.” You decided quickly.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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(R) Drabbles: Pietro Maximoff- Tonight Your Mine

The knock on your hotel room door is not unusual considering tonight is the last night of your free life. Sounds dramatic but you’re getting married tomorrow morning and everyone has been stopping by to make sure you’re absolutely ready.

Your body is running high on anxiety and excitement. You don’t bother to look in the peephole of your door assuming it’s someone with important things for you. You swing open the door, you don’t even bother to look up at who’s there. You just walk in allowing that person to follow behind you.

The sound of the door clicking makes you turn around. You stand in shock at your ex, that ex you hadn’t seen in years. And now like no time has passed he’s right back in front of you staring at you as he did with those blue eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Your question comes out to wobble at the start. You’re getting married tomorrow, you can’t be dealing with this shit tonight. “Pietro I can’t be dealing with you and your shit tonight get out of my hotel room.” You try, pushing him out of the room.

Your wedding dress is hanging on the back of the door. In a plastic bag that makes a rather loud crinkling when Pietro’s back ends up hitting it. “Why, I’m just here to wish the bride to be a good day tomorrow.” He’s lustfully looking at my lips. “Thought you needed a good night before you ruin your life with that fucking idiot.”

You scoff, him… calling you… “You’re a fucking asshole you know that.” Somehow you’ve managed to get closer to each other, Pietro doesn’t mind that you’ve pushed him into the back of the door, or how close you are to touch him.

Your bathrobe is white and the word ‘bride’ is sewn into the fabric. “What… you need to leave!” You’re trying desperately to stay strong “I love my husband very much and don’t need you ruining more of my life Pietro!” It’s the end of the conversation as I try to grab onto the door handle.

With a quick motion, I’ve been rotated on my heels. Picked up and moved towards another more flat wall. “You were saying?” He questions you. You roll your eyes at his words. But something changes quickly as always with Pietro. You wear nothing under the soft white robe. His breath is close, fanning across your skin. Causing goosebumps to come across my skin.

He’s kissing my neck before I can protest. His groin is pressed hard into my uncovered pussy. I can’t help but let my head fall backward, giving him more access to the skin he’s already kissing, lapping his tongue over the sweetest point of my neck. I moan and bucks harder into me.

He drops me rather quickly. My heart is racing faster than I can remember. “Pietro?!” A yearning question is biting at my lips, I want him more than ever, more than I want to kick him out of my room. More than I want to get married tomorrow. “Y/n?” He echos back. “Please? Just… Just fuck me yeah… I promise I’ll do anything for you.” A begged mess I have become all because I let him into my hotel room.

He grins in happiness and picks me up dropping me on the bed before ripping the robe off my naked body. “Finally, I’ve waited too long for this again.”

Completed on: 04/22/23

Posted on: 05/13/23

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marvelslittlewhore · 1 year

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request guidelines

18+ only! Respect what I write and others like to read! Don't like? Don't read!

I would mostly write x fem!reader

Request are: Open

Some of our kinks:

breeding

pet play

daddy/mommy kink

dom/sub dynamic

bondage

toys

temperature play

dacryphilia (pleasure and arousal is derived from crying and/or tears)

brat tamer

masochist (pain or humiliation kink)

somnophilia

owner and slave/sex slave

threesome (take your pick)

edging

overstimulation

spanking

nipple play

lactation kink

spitting

anal

slapping (only pussy and thighs)

degrading

gags

Writing genres:

smut

angst

dark

fluff

mob!au

CEO!au

A/B/O (personal favorite - MaKayla)

prey and predator

kidnapping

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claraz-heaven · 2 years

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'*•.¸♡ 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐟 ♡¸.•*'

I decided to start this blog off really tame ( also cause I didn’t really have any ideas on what to write )

✩ I would imagine Pietro is like a really playful partner so you two often tease each other in public

✩ Pietro is also really competitive like in everything

✩ You and Wanda would be besties and he would sometimes get jealous

✩ Personally I think Pietro would give you nicknames like smart ass , dummy , or sometimes pretty thing ( only if you two are alone )

✩ THIS MF WOULD SPOIL YOU SO MUCH I SWAER!!

✩ Some cute dates you two have are like walks in the park , picnics , playing videogames ( he also loves it when you read aloud to him before bed but he’ll never admit it)

NOW FOR ALL THE HORNY MFS

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ˚ ༘♡

✩ Spoils u a lot

✩ A huge mf tease

✩ Somethings he would say in the bedroom

“ Tell me what you want pretty girl”

“c’mon let me hear your pretty sounds”

✩ Some of his favorite positions are like 69, cowgirl, and good ole missionary

✩ Loves holding hands during sex

so yea that’s all I can think of writing right now srry lol :p

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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oooh oooh can i request edging with pietro ?

hii! omg yess! also apologies this has taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

late night meeting

Pietro Maximoff x f reader

wc || 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hi, I have a smut request for Pietro maximoff, I was wondering if you could write something with reader riding Pietro (STOP THAT WAS HARD TO WRITE PLSS IM SO AWKWARD) so- yeah haha that's my request (if you could make it fem reader that would be great but if not that's ok 😊)

Hey, don't be awkward! There's no reason for you to be. I'll gladly write your request. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, teasing, dirty talk, gentle sex turns slightly rougher, praise kink, nipple play, cock riding, fingering, fingerfucking, fingersucking, overstimulation, post-mission sex

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: First Pietro smut fic! I love him so much, I'm glad other people do too.

Pietro is always moving fast. In fact it’s rare to see him stand still for more than 8 hours, which he mostly spends sleeping. That being said you have seen him slow down, and even that is sometimes cause for worry. Like right now for example.

You knew he had a mission to go to with the Avengers but you didn’t expect him to get back so beat and tired looking. When he came in through the door he pulled you into a kiss, apologized for taking so long and told you to get comfortable on the bed while takes a shower.

“Are you sure about this Pietro? If you’re too tired, we don’t have to- oh!” Pietro pulls you in close, his mouth close to your ear, his hands already grasping you ass.

“I’m alright. I want to unwind from the mission. And I missed you. Did you miss me, love?”

You sigh against him, arching into his touch, “You know I did.”

“Good.” He whispers before pulling into a deep kiss, swallowing the needy moan as he gives you ass a firm squeeze. The sound of you moaning for him sends blood rushing directly into his cock, already getting him harder for you. “Then wait for me. It won’t be long.”

You nod and watching him go with a dreamy, goofy grin on your face. How you landed someone like him you’ll never know. He always makes you feel so giddy on the inside. Always gives you those sweet smiles of his that make your day brighter. Always knows just what to say to make your day better. Maybe it’s time you repay him.

By the time Pietro is done you’re already lying naked on the bed waiting for him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise upon the sight, but his look of surprise if quickly replaced by a eager grin.

“And I’m the quick one?”

“Well I did miss you.” You blow him a kiss and hook your finger, beckoning him closer.

Pietro is quick to dry his hair with a towel and withing seconds he’s naked and on top of you, kissing you with all the passion he can muster.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming your body, “Wanted to call you but I couldn’t find the time.” You sigh as his hand cups your wet pussy, gathering moisture, circling your opening, “Fuck, you’re so wet already. I love you like this, you know? All wet and ready for me.” He pushes his finger in and out in quick thrusts, his finger vibrating whenever he pushes it inside. “God I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Neither can I.” You moan and push on his shoulders, surprising him and rolling him over as soon as he moves his finger away from you. Pietro gives you a questioning look as you straddle his hips, his eyebrow arched in a silent question.

You smirk down at him, leaning forward to kiss his neck, your hips rolling over his erect cock, getting it nice and wet with your slick. Pietro groans, his hands firm on your hips.

“You’re always so good to me. But I don’t want you pushing yourself past your limits for me. Let me do the work this time ok? You just lay back and enjoy.” You can feel Pietro’s pulse quicken beneath your lips, his cock hot and pulsing with need between your legs, “You ready?”

He gulps as you raise your hips, reach down to take his cock in you hand and line it up with your cunt. As you give it a few pumps up and down Pietro bites back a moan, his eyes completely glazed over, focused on the small amount of space separating the tip of his cock and your entrance.

“More than ready, my love.” You give him a brief kiss before you sink down onto his hard cock. You moan at the lovely, delicious stretch. Pietro exhales slowly as you completely lower yourself onto his cock, taking him in all the way. “Fuck, babe. I missed that pussy of yours so bad.”

Pietro’s words send a rush of arousal between your legs, “Good to know. I missed you to. The way you feel inside of me.” You clench you inner walls around his cock as you roll your hips forward, “The way you fill me up.” Just the thought of Pietro spilling inside of you almost makes you come, but you hold off. You want him to come first. “The way you touch me.” As is you sent him a command Pietro presses his thumb over your clit, pressing down every time you push your hips down on his cock. You gasp.

He grins up at you, “You’ve been thinking about this a lot haven’t you? How long did you wait to ride my cock?”

“Since... fuck... since you left.” You move your hips faster, trying to match the speed of his thump, which is slowly beginning to vibrate on your clit.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” Pietro’s other hand moves up your body to pinch your nipple. You throw your head back in pleasure as you try to fight back your orgasm from the combined pain and pleasure.

You brace yourself, hands on his abs as sink down one final time, feeling Pietro shoot his cum deep inside you. You wait for him to stop but it seems to go on and on, his cock twitching and pulsing as he shoots ropes and ropes of warm cum into you.

“It’s ok baby. Come. Please come on my cock. I want to feel you come undone all around me.” Pietro’s voice sounds strained, like he’s holding something back. You don’t know what it is but you feel like you’ll get to find out as soon as you come. Stars explode behind your eyes as you ride him as fast and hard as you can, your hips slapping against his, your cunt making sloppy, wet sounds as his cock slides in and out, his cum dripping down your things even as you squeeze around him. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. My beautiful, good, gorgeous girl. Fuck. Coming. I’m coming again.”

Another rush of cum floods your insides, making you feel impossibly full of Pietro, of his cum.

You’re dizzy with pleasure in your post orgasm haze. You feel Pietro pulling you off his cock, his cum dripping from you as he does so, laying you on your side and pushing his cum back inside with his finger. You whimper, feeling spent, sore and overstimulated as Pietro continues to fingerfuck his cum back inside you.

He smirks as he pulls his finger out and brings it to your mouth. You open it on instinct, mouth wrapping around his finger, sucking it clean, moaning at the taste of your combined cum.

“Such a good girl for me.” Pietro pulls his finger out with a wet pop, his arms pulling you against his muscular chest, “This was fun. Thank you.”

You hum in content, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I did. Wouldn’t mind a repeat in after a little power nap.”

“I would love to.” You kiss his neck again, your hands tracing his back muscles until you hear his soft snores. You don’t mind doing the work every once in a while, especially if it makes Pietro pass out in your embrace like this. You could do this forever.

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 3 months

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Masterlist: Smut

threesomes:

Bucky and Loki

Bucky and Thor

Bucky and Steve - part 1

Bucky and Steve - part 2

Smuts:

Pietro - Fuck Me Then

Peter - The TreeHouse

Loki - Oh, you are in trouble, Yn Stark

Bucky -I’m so darn in love with you, Yn

Steve - You’re Cute

Girl x Girl:

Nat - Punishment

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Tell me

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Pairing: Omega!Pietro maximoff x Alpha!Female!Reader

Slot:Mommy kink+A/B/O dynamics

The second you entered your house,you were hit by the smell,the unmistakable smell. You found Pietro in your room,your clothes and blankets wrapped around him. Just as you opened the door you heard whimpers and groans,followed by him moaning your name. He barely heard you step closer,only noticing when you sat down on the bed.

"Y/N" You brushed his hair back and kissed him.

"Need some help" You teased,wrapping your hand around his cock,making him jump. He quickly wrapped himself around you,pulling you to his chest.

“Please,mommy I need you” His hand on your cheek as he begged you to take him. Those words set off a fire inside you,pinning both his hands above his head and biting down on his neck making sure to leave a mark. Moving your hand faster made him moan louder. “Mommy”

“Don’t worry,I’ll give you what you want. You just have to be a good boy for me”

“I will,please mommy. I’ll be a good boy for you”

“Now why don’t you tell me what you want?” He blushed, looking away from you.

“I want you to fuck me,I don’t wanna cum from just your hand”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me”

“Mommy” He moaned as you pulled him back by his hair,tears were streaming down his face. “M-Mommy” You grabbed his hips with both of your hands,moving faster. Leaning closer you whispered

“You’re such a good boy”

“Mommy can-” He cut himself off by moaning “Can I ride you?” You slowed down and pulled out. Lying down on your back,he immediately straddled you. Slowly taking you back in,almost immediately he started bouncing up and down. Every move made his hair sway back and forth, some of it sticking to his face. His mouth hanging open,not stopping a single moan. A few minutes in he was already crying,begging for you to take control again.

“What do you want?”

“Please fuck me,please” Pushing him down you grabbed him harder than before as you chased your release,his moans motivating you to move faster. You pushed all your weight on him,forcing him down as he came. You kept pounding him until you came and he was crying in pleasure.

“Pietro?”

“Yes mommy?”

“I didn’t hurt you,did I?”

“No,I’m fine. I just need a minute” He laughed,still out of breath.

“Me too” You kissed his cheek,moving to lay back down and pull him to your chest.

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memphisnovels · 10 months

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Evermore

Chapter 8. Dark red

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I loved writing this chapter so much! Plenty of Pietro and oh so much arguing xx

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: Canon-typical violence, injuries, severe PTSD, soft Pietro, slight protective Pietro, Wanda is trying her best

Steve regarded me with raised eyebrows. “Not a chance.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest but before I could even begin protesting, he cut me off. “Nadia, you took a bullet to the side less than a week ago, you’re not in any shape to jump back into training.”

“I’m fine, Dr. Cho even said so.”

“Dr. Cho said that you were well enough to be out of bed. She did not say anything about sparring.” Natasha intervened, giving me an amused look.

I rolled my eyes at the two. They were acting as if I were currently on my deathbed. “This is ridiculous, I am not a porcelain doll. I’ve taken far worse than a bullet.”

The two of them held looks of utter exasperation as they stared me down. I did not flinch at their unwavering gazes, unwilling to back down. I’d had enough of pottering around the compound ignoring the concerned gazes of the others as they attempted to babysit me. Natasha glanced toward Cap then, offering him a look that made me rethink pushing the matter. I narrowed my gaze at her as they seemed to reach a mutual understanding despite not uttering a single word to each other.

“Okay, fine.” Steve supplied, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. “You can return to training, on the condition that you take it slow and do not push yourself too hard.”

I shrugged, shoulders tense as I continued to survey the pair before me, suspicious of the unspoken condition I sensed lingering in the air. “We’re training the new recruits currently so to ensure that you actually do as your told and take it easy you’re going to train one of the newbies. That way there’s no high-intensity sparring while you’re still healing.”

Natasha’s words had me tensing further, they could keep dreaming if they thought I’d train that witch. I didn’t want to be anywhere near her, sparring partners was off the table. I voiced this to Natasha and Steve.

“Well then, it’s a good thing you’re not training Wanda Maximoff,” Cap responded, crossing his arms. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

I stared at him in silence for a moment, processing what he meant by that. When it occurred to me that he was suggesting that I would be training the other Maximoff twin my eyes narrowed even further, my gaze no doubt glacial now. “Absolutely not!” I shot back sharply.

Nat grinned at my tone. “You were the one desperate to get back into training, careful what you wish for, Nads.”

“There are other recruits, why do I have to train him?! I’ll take anyone other than the Maximoffs.” I gestured toward Cap. “What about the bird man you’re friends with… Sam? I will train him.”

“Sam doesn’t need as much training, plus we’ve already assigned him a sparring partner. Pietro is the perfect partner for you, he needs a lot of combat training, something you’ll obviously excel in, and his lack of experience means you can teach him without hurting yourself more.”

Natasha gave me a knowing look then. “Plus, if this team is gonna work, you’re going to have to play nice with them. The whole cold shoulder isn’t great for team morale.”

It was evident that there was no amount of arguing that would change their minds. It was either accepting my fate or going back to wandering aimlessly around corridors until I was fully healed. I was under no illusions that I’d ever trust either of the Maximoff twins, nor come to like them, however, perhaps if I help Pietro to become a halfway decent Avenger, they’ll let me off the hook. The prospect of this being only a temporary endeavor had me seeking the silver-haired man out, albeit it begrudgingly, to begin training. The sooner I whipped him into shape, the sooner I could prove to Nat and Steve just how amicable I can be, and the sooner I can escape this hellscape of a partnership.

He smiled at me as I walked into the training room, amusement was evident on his features. Seemingly not too affected by the sharp words I’d spoken to him and his sister the other night. “I was not expecting to see you up again so soon.”

“Oh? Praying on my downfall?”

Pietro breathed a laugh. “No. Just generally it takes longer than 4 days for humans to bounce back from gunshot wounds. You know since we are not made of rubber.”

I rolled my eyes. “You were shot too, and you have ‘bounced’ back.”

“Only in the arm, and I wouldn’t say that. Wanda’s forcing me to be here.”

“How sad for you,” I said, exhaling heavily in an attempt to ignore the shooting pain in my side. “Now, show me your fighting stance.”

His expression turned incredulous. “Why? I already know how to fight.”

“Well, you could have fooled me.”

He crossed his arms then, narrowing his eyes at me from across the mat. The corner of his lip was quirked up, but his expression read irritation. “That is interesting considering I have beaten you before.”

“Yes, because you are fast.” I retorted almost instantly, mirroring his stance as I folded my arms. “Do not confuse your enhancements with actual skill. Without it, you would not have stood a chance, now show me your stance.” Begrudgingly he moved to stand with his feet apart, hands braced in fists before him. I circled him, studying his form. “Really? This is it?” He huffed, dropping his arms to his side.

“I know how to fight, I really do not need your wisdom, thank you so much.”

I laughed at him again, shaking my head. “Get back into your stance.” He opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. “You are so sure you can fight, so show me.”

He looked at me with wide eyes. “I cannot fight you.”

“Oh, I am aware of that.”

His jaw tensed at my words, and he closed his eyes momentarily. “I cannot fight you because you are hurt.” I was growing very tired of people saying that.

“I am fine. It is not as though you would be able to hurt me anyway.” He shoved me then; it was half-hearted and weak. I barely moved. “That was just insulting.”

He groaned and moved back into his fighting stance, huffing considerably. I waited for him to be ready and jabbed him in the ribs quickly, it was not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough that he jolted. Before he could respond I jabbed him in the other side, slightly harder. “What the hell are you doing.”

“Your stance is too open; you’re not blocking anything standing like that.” He looked at me with raised eyebrows, his hands moving to sit on his hips. I gave him another once over. “Move your feet, shoulder-width apart.” For a moment he did not move, staring me down stubbornly. I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him with raised eyebrows. Eventually, he gave in, moving his feet to sit beneath his shoulders. “Bend your knees.” He did as I said. I kicked the back of one of his sneakers, causing him to bring it forward. Not without glaring back at me first. I continued to point out each part of his stance that he needed to adjust until it was right.

“Does this meet your standards?” He spoke sarcastically. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. I circled him once more, eyes scanning up and down him. His broad shoulders were tense as he held the stance, awaiting my next critique. I took a step toward him, kicking the back of his knee, causing him to fall forward. He groaned; pure frustration evident in the sound. “You are very annoying you know that?”

I scoffed at him. “Oh well there you go, something we have in common after all.”

He faced me then, moving back into the fighting position I’d shown him. A chuckle passed his lips as he watched me. “Okay, so what now?”

“Now you learn to block.”

“Block?”

Before he’d finished speaking, I threw another jab at him hitting him in the side once more. He sighed exasperatedly before telling me to hit him again. I threw a harder punch now, but he caught my right wrist, in the blink of an eye, twisting it to restrain my arm behind my back. “Relying on your enhancement again.” I tsked.

“Why not use the tools at my disposal?”

“Fine. What are you going to do next, Maximoff?” I knew I could get out of his hold without so much as breaking a sweat, but I was curious about what he could do, so I stayed put.

He wrapped a leg around mine. “Now,” his breath was hot on my ear as he spoke, I’d never admit that goosebumps rose across my arms. “I’ll lay you on your back.” There was a smugness to his tone that made what happened next so much more enjoyable. I quickly stepped to the left before pivoting to face him, my arm now straightened rather than trapped behind my back. In a panicked attempt to regain control, he clung to my wrist with both hands. Without a moment’s hesitation, I twisted to step between his legs and bend my knee whilst, simultaneously, pulling him toward me. My thigh jammed into the back of his knee, sending him tumbling down onto the mat. I turned away from him then, squeezing my eyes shut and tensing as that shooting pain in my side returned, almost sharp enough to have me crying out. With gritted teeth, I inhaled deeply through my nose, willing my composure to return before I faced him once more. “That was bullshit.” I grinned despite the agony, ignoring the pain as I glanced at him over my shoulder.

“It’s not my fault you are so shit.” I ignored his glare, turning from him once again. “Meet me back here tomorrow at 7 am. You are going to need a lot of practice if you stand a chance of catching up even halfway to any of us.”

He scoffed. “How encouraging, really you should take up motivational speaking.”

I doubled up on gauze the next day to add extra padding to my wound in hopes it would dull the pain slightly. It did very little. This routine continued, he’d turn up to training, I’d teach him how to block different attacks and he’d attempt to best me only to fail every time. Four days passed and I was willing to admit he seemed far more receptive to learning from me than he had on day one.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I easily blocked Pietro’s attack, he was finally putting some effort into his movements. He was still way behind where he needed to be but in just four days, I’d already seen improvement. I believed I could get up to scratch and then I could rub it in Steve and Natasha’s faces and go back to pretending he did not exist. He caught one of my jabs, twisting my arm behind my back just as he had the first day.

“Really, this again?” I teased, but he pressed a hand in the side of my arm, preventing me from stepping out of the hold as I had before. The corners of my lips quirked up. “You are not as stupid as you look.” He chuckled, tightening his hold, and pushing me down further.

“Huh, I think I prefer you in this position, Prinţesă.”

I rolled my eyes at the cockiness that seemed to emanate from him as he held me. I let him believe he had the upper hand, waiting to see what he did next. However, the moment I predicted his next maneuver, I sent my free arm back toward him, extending at the last minute to slam the side of my fist into him. He let me go and moved quickly into his defensive stance, not giving up so easily. The spike of excitement I felt in that moment at his challenge surprised me, but it also distracted me from guarding my injured side. He side-stepped me quickly and attempted to put me in a chokehold, but I tucked my chin quickly, twisting my body to elbow him hard in the ribs. Not thinking about how the sudden contraction of my side would affect the still-healing wound. Try as I might, I could not stop the cry of pain from tumbling from my lips. The second it did Pietro’s grip disappeared from me, and he quickly appeared before me, concern evident across his features.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Holding a hand to my side, I moved away from him to lean against the wall, before sliding into the bench seat in front of it. I shut my eyes and attempted to wrestle the pain down. It seared through me no matter how hard I tried. “Should I get the doctor? Do you have medicine in your bag?” He continued rambling at me, but I ignored him. “Nadia, tell me how I can help.”

“I do not want your help.” I forced out through gritted teeth.

In a blur he grabbed the duffel I’d brought into the training room, selecting the bottle of painkillers and water before kneeling before me. I turned my face away from him.

“чертов ад” Fucking hell. “Seriously, go away, Pietro!” He ignored me, jerking the painkillers toward me once more. I slapped his hand away from me, causing the orange bottle to fly out of his hands, he watched as it skidded across the mat.

He gave me an indignant look in response, moving to stand before me. “Why do you do this?! I am trying to help you; I want to help you, so why won’t you let me or anyone else do anything?”

“I already told you I do not want your help!”

“Nadia-”

“No!” He was silenced by this for a moment. “You do not know me, Pietro. You met me 5 seconds ago and all of a sudden you think you know everything. That’s why you want to help me because you think you have me all figured out. You don’t… and if you did you would not want to help me.”

He scoffed. “Yes, I would.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not stupid”

I stood abruptly then, taking a step toward him. “Yes, you are! If you really want to help me, you are. You do not know the things I have done.” He ran a hand through his hair, causing strands of silver to fall around his forehead.

“It does not matter what you have done Nadia.”

“Doesn’t it? Are you sure or is that just what you think because you cannot imagine how awful my past is?”

“My sister and I helped Ultron!” I was surprised by the sudden raise of his voice. “Those people, the ones who lost their lives, all that damage to Sokovia… that is on us.”

I shook my head at him. “That is not your fault.”

He disagreed.

“You made a bad choice, yes, but Ultron was the one who killed those people.”

Pietro shook his head, scrubbing at his face with his hands as he dropped into the seat against the wall. “We could have stopped it before it got that far.”

“So maybe you could have… maybe you couldn’t. You cannot spend your life wondering what would have happened if you chose differently, it’s a waste of time because it’s already happened. There’s no changing it now. In the end, you made the right choice, that’s what matters.” I could feel his eyes on me as I sat beside him. “Your sister said that Stark cannot tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it… maybe none of us can. All we can do is try to make things a little better. We do what we can, and we hope for the best. That is all.”

We sat in silence for a long while. “Is the whole motivational speaking thing something they teach you at Avenger’s Academy?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his jest. “I did not go to Avenger’s academy.”

He laughed glancing over at me again. “You know that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I shrugged, biting back the smile that was fighting to spread across my lips. “It is good advice, Nadia… maybe you should take it sometime.” I bristled at that, but he didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore it. Instead, a blur of blue and silver appeared and before I knew it, he was back beside me, orange bottle in hand. I shook my head at him but he simply extended his hand toward me with a little white pill in the palm and a water bottle in the other hand. “You saved my life, at least let me do something for you.” His gaze was gentle as it met mine, a strange feeling passing over me as I watched him. I think maybe I preferred it when he was the enemy.

“You’re really fucking irritating, you know that?” I snatched the painkiller and water from him, downing both and leaning my head back against the wall. He only laughed in response.

Natasha’s frame filled my line of sight a few moments later, she raised an eyebrow as she surveyed Pietro and me. “Doing okay, Nads?”

I opened my mouth to respond, however, before I’d managed to get a single word out Pietro was butting in. “Her wound started hurting during training.” I sent a sharp glare his way, disbelief no doubt evident on my face as I stared him down.

Natasha had insisted I see Dr. Cho and that she accompany me. I was merely waiting for the lecture as we walked down the corridors leading to the medical wing. She was eerily silent, but I could feel how badly she wanted to say something.

There was blood when the doctor removed my bandages, not an alarming amount, but a steady trickle of crimson escaping my healing wound. The woman before me tsked, cleaning the blood and applying some kind of salve before butterfly bandages. “The damage isn’t too serious, it's just a bit of irritation. I’d recommend keeping the bandages for an additional week, just to keep it safe if you are going to continue training, but after the week I’m anticipating that you’ll have made some solid strides in healing, and it shouldn’t give you so much trouble.”

“Thank you.”

“But again, I would recommend taking the higher dosage meds, they’ll save you a lot of pain.”

I shook my head before telling her the same thing I had told her the last time. I’d stick with the run-of-the-mill painkillers.

“Fine, I’ll give you a refill then.” She paused upon opening the bottle of my current meds, glancing up at me momentarily. “Have you been taking these?” I said yes. “But not consistently? This bottle is almost full, the dosage is six pills a day; morning, noon, and night.”

I shrugged. “I am aware, I did not need that many.”

The room turned glacial. I could feel Natasha’s gaze on me as Dr. Cho reluctantly accepted what I had said and left the room. The glare Nat fixed me with was lethal.

“What the hell, Nadia…” I rolled my neck before unraveling a new sheet of gauze to wrap around my torso. Evidently, my lack of a response prompted Nat to continue. “Not only are you not taking strong enough painkillers, you’re barely taking the others either! Why?”

I shrugged once again. “All these fancy Western medicines have made everyone so weak.”

She regarded me with a hard look, not so much as offering a smile in response to my taunting words. “Why do you do this to yourself, Nadia? Why do you force yourself to endure it all?”

“I’m not doing anything to myself, Natasha. I don’t take the meds because I don’t need them.”

She was silenced for a long while then. Watching me, studying my every twitch and minute expression. “Don’t let him live in your head…” she finally said.

I asked her what she was talking about.

“Weakness leaving the body? That’s what he used to say right?” I looked away from her, closing my eyes for a moment. “It’s bullshit!”

With a roll of my eyes, I regarded her again. “I know that, Natasha.”

“So why won’t you take the goddamn pills?”

“Because I do not want to lose my fucking mind!” I hadn’t meant for it to come out as explosive as it had, it was as if the words clawed their way from my throat and into the air between us. “I don’t want to take pills that make me feel nothing…” I was quieter now. “…I’ve been there and done that, I’m not doing it again. I’ll take all of the pain if it means I know where I am. Know who I am.”

“I get that. Of course, I do, Nadia. But you and I both know there’s more to it than that.”

I finished tying the gauze, choosing to ignore her words. She waited, standing beside the bed for a long while. Eventually, she let out an exasperated sigh, throwing her hands up and turning to leave the room. “Why you punish yourself like this… I’ll never understand, but you don’t deserve it, Nadia.” With that, she was gone, and the room was plunged into silence once more. I pulled my shirt down over the fresh bandages and dragged my hands up and down my thighs.

“Nadia?” I turned my head to see Pietro standing in the doorway watching me carefully. A sour expression was no doubt evident across my face. “What did the doctor say?”

I exhaled deeply. “Just fuck off, Pietro.” With that, I slipped off of the bed and walked back to my room, no longer in the mood for human interaction.

…

Four days turned into 10; 10 days spent primarily in the gym with Pietro. He was definitely improving quickly, it was actually quite impressive, not that I’d ever let him know that. I was tough on him every day, taunting and critiquing. His irritation was palpable and yet, it was making him better. Natasha and Steve had been pleasantly surprised by the strides I’d made with Pietro, though they were only in the training sessions. Outside of that I gave him the cold shoulder or, more accurately the glacial shoulder. He tried to interact with me, often, and each time I fixed him with an icy glare or sharp taunt, yet he kept came back for more. It was almost as if he enjoyed my disdain. It enraged me to no end. I had been lucky enough to be successful in avoiding his sister for the most part, although, evidently, my lucky streak was coming to an end.

I’d sent Pietro off to do cardio whilst I did the gentle rehabilitation stretches Helen Cho had recommended. It was somewhat demeaning to have to treat my body so very cautiously so as not to harm it any further. I sensed someone approaching me from behind as I sat on the floor.

“What do you want?” My tone was cold and indifferent as I regarded her.

She was nervous, I could tell, maybe she hadn’t thought this through. “I-I just wanted to talk to you. To clear the air between us.”

“Consider it clear, witch,” I spoke just as coldly as I had the first time.

“I do not expect it to be easy for you to trust me, not after what I did. But, I do want to try. I want us to be teammates, maybe even friends.” I remained silent, not even sparing her a glance. “It will take time, but I want you to know that I am determined to prove myself to you, Nadia.”

I scoffed. “Why? What does it matter what I think of you? I’m not the captain of this team.”

“No, but you are an important part of it.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke to me, it irritated me. “I know that you don’t particularly like me, and I don’t blame you… but, you have a good heart, Nadia. I’ve seen it, and I want you to know that I am not the person that you think I am despite what I did to you.”

That caught my attention, I glanced at her momentarily, biting back a laugh. “Oh, you’ve seen my good heart, have you? When exactly?”

“In Sokovia.” I rolled my eyes at her, looking back down at my hands as I continued to stretch. “And in the shipyard.” The words stopped me in my tracks. “I dipped into each of your minds to bring your greatest fear to the surface, but for you it was different.” My heart was racing as she spoke, and my stomach began to churn. “Your mind it… it reeked of guilt, it was all I felt when I looked into your memories, it was almost unbearable for me to be in there.” I gritted my teeth, my lungs struggling to take in air as she continued. “I did not see everything, obviously, but what I did see was pain and agonizing remorse. I am sorry for invading your privacy, and perhaps this is out of line but… Whatever you have done, you are not a bad person. You should forgive yourself, Nadia.”

Goosebumps rose across my flesh and there were so many things rushing through my mind that it was becoming overwhelming, yet, at the forefront was rage so blinding it threatened to swallow me whole. I turned back toward her, sharp gaze meeting hers as a venomous, tight-lipped smile spread over my lips. “What did you just say to me?”

“I could feel your pain, the torment you force yourself to endure as penance.”

I gritted my teeth, hands clenching at my sides as she spoke. Heat rose up my spine and rage simmered within my blood. The red was there then, in the corners of my vision, pulsing, calling to me, begging me to let it consume me. “I really do not think it is in your best interest to continue, witch.” Natasha was watching me carefully then; I could feel her gaze on me. I felt like I could barely breathe, there was so much anger filling every crevice of my being that I felt ready to erupt any minute.

“Wanda…” Natasha spoke, stepping forward and giving her a look that was likely meant to quiet her.

The witch’s eyes softened further as she glanced back to me. “I’m sorry, Nadia. I am not trying to upset you; I just want to help you.”

“Oh, you Maximoffs, always so fucking insistent on ‘helping’.” I laughed humorlessly, clenching my fists so tightly I was sure I’d break the skin. “You want to know how you can help me, Wanda?” There was so much venom in my tone I was surprised she didn’t recoil. “You can stay the fuck out of my head!” I was yelling but I could barely hear my own voice. I turned from her swiftly storming out of the room before the red became too much. My legs were trembling as I fled the room, heart racing and stomach churning. I was stumbling down corridors to get away but soon there was too much going on in my head and I fell into the wall, doubling over before sliding to the ground and pulling my knees to my chest, just as I had that day in the shipyard.

“Nadia. Hey, take a breath, it’s okay.” I attempted to move away from the voice, pressing the heels of my palms into my closed eyes to make it all stop. “It’s just me, Natasha. Listen to my voice.” I shook my head, gripping the roots of my hair.

The classical music was back and so was the leotard, it suffocated me, cracking my ribs and crushing my body. It was all back, all happening to me again. The graduation ceremony, the ice water being poured over my frail body, the heavy boots hitting my ribs again and again. The clicking of a gun trigger as it was pulled day after day, pointed at my head, until I stopped flinching at it. The grass crunched beneath my feet as I took a step forward, lifting the gun to aim it at her head. Blood spattered onto my face, my clothes, my flesh covered in it, over and over. I felt their pulses stop beneath my fingertips; I saw the smiling faces of children in frayed pictures that lived in wallets.

I yanked at the leotard trying desperately to pull it off, to let myself breathe.

“Nadia, listen to me, block everything else out just listen to the sound of my voice.” I was trying so hard to only hear Natasha but everything else was so overwhelming it was almost impossible. “It’s not real, not anymore, Nadia. It’s over, I promise, just open your eyes.”

I shook my head; I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face as I gasped for air. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s back.” The words were hard to get out when I couldn’t breathe.

“What’s back?” I kept yanking at the leotard, desperately trying to free myself. “Is it the red? The red is back?”

How did she know about the red?

“You told me about it, do you remember?” Her voice was gentle but sure. “When we were in the Red Room, you told me about the red, but we’re not in the Red Room anymore. It’s okay.” I cried harder; the sound made me sick. “Pietro. Get her some water, now.” Pietro? Why was he here? Why was Pietro in the Red Room with me? A breeze flew past me then. “You have to stop pulling at the gauze, you’re going to pop your stitches, just take a breath.” Why didn’t she get it, Natasha didn’t understand that I couldn’t breathe with the leotard on. The sound of gunshots echoed through my ears. I felt the shrill of his voice as he told me to pull the trigger.

“I need it off. I can’t breathe! I need to take it off.”

Another voice cut through all the others; it was different. It was a voice that had never been in the Red Room. “What is it? What do you need to take off?” Pietro asked. His voice sounded close.

“I-it… The leotard.” I kept yanking at it.

“Okay.” He said gently. “Let me help you.” His hands were warm when they wrapped around mine. He pulled my hands away from the fabric, replacing them with his own as he peeled the material from me. “It’s gone, you can breathe now.” I shook my head opening my mouth, but his voice came again. “Just try, breath in slowly through your nose.” I tried my best, taking in as much air as I could. “Now hold it and breathe out through your mouth.” My body trembled violently making it far harder to follow his instructions, but I did as he said. Eventually, the air filled my lungs, slightly more rapidly than normal but far better than before. I felt what I assumed was his shirt graze my shins. “Will you open your eyes, Nadia?” I shook my head. His hands enveloped mine once more, bringing them away from my sides and pressing them to his chest. I flinched at the contact, attempting to recoil but he held my hands firm. The rhythmic thump of his heartbeat against my palm was too real to ignore. “Do you feel that I am real? I am here with you. You are not in that place anymore. Open your eyes and see.”

I told him I couldn’t.

“You won’t hurt me if you do… I promise.”

The thought of how the world looked bathed in red prompted me to keep my eyes shut tightly. “I don’t want to, but I can’t stop it.”

His hands squeezed mine. “You won’t.

“You don’t know that.”

I could feel the heat radiating from him, it was easy to focus on. “No, I don’t… but I trust you.” In that moment I realized that everything else had disappeared, there were no more gunshots, no more classical music, the leotard was gone and so was Dreykov. I pressed my face into my knees. “Open your eyes, Nadia. Look at me.”

Slowly, I let my eyes open, looking first at my own legs before traveling up slowly. I saw my hands in his, pressed firmly to his chest over the dark blue shirt, his silver hair, and his bright blue eyes that were trained on me. There was no red, no frozen grass, just Pietro. My face was damp, and my body was still shaking. I did not know what to say to him, so I just watched him. We were not in the Red Room; he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. On his lap was the gauze that had been wrapped around my wound, it had never been a leotard, he took it off so I stopped pulling, so I wouldn’t rip my stitches accidentally. He let go of my hands slowly, letting them fall back to his lap along with the bandage. I looked over to see Natasha, she quickly wiped tears from her eyes and gave me a weak smile. “Hey, Nads.” I pulled my legs tighter to my chest, laying my cheek against my knees and looking away from both of them.

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