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13. Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff x Top Male Reader

Request: 13 x male reader, please 🙏

Author Note: I wanna rail him so bad like at this point it’s a need, so why not write about it instead? Btw I’ve seen almost nothing about this man being submissive or a bottom, like come on look at him! He would be the best sub/bottom

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Warning(s)⚠: Sub Pietro, hand job, marking, making out, p in a, no condom (wrap it before you tap it guys), breeding, and begging

Pietro and you had just come back from a mission, the mission itself was successful but you two were exhausted and all you wanted was a nice shower to help

“I’m exhausted I’m gonna take a shower,”

“Can I join you?”

That was all it took for you and him to end up in this situation, naked in the shower in the middle of making out with him under the running water.

Your knee was in between his legs as he was pressed against the wall, his arms loosely wrapped around your neck and yours in his hair as you held his waist pushing him against you even further

He breathlessly moaned into your mouth as you gripped his hair harder feeling his muscles with your other hand rubbing the soap over his torso as you kissed him messily, his hands were wrapped tightly around your neck pulling you flush against his body

Shower sex wasn’t an uncommon thing with Pietro but this was filled with more need as you both helplessly grabbed and fondles any part of each other’s body you could as you made out slowly rubbing your tongues together heatedly

Your hand moved to his cock slowly pumping it causing him to gasp making him break the kiss and throw his head back in ecstasy as you sped up your hand rubbing his tip that’s already turned red from the lack of attention a whine threatening to fall from his lips with your loose hold on his cock

You kissed his neck pressing marks on his pale skin, the gentle nipping soon turning to heated bites your loose hold growing more firm causing him to groan, silent begs falling from his lips as he bites down on already bruised lips panting pathetically

“Please…. Just stop teasing me, I want you to fuck me already…”

Pietro was always a tease but can never handle what he dishes out as you just wait still pumping his cock as you gently nip his earlobe and finally the whine that’s been begging to fall finally passes through his lips, it’s begging, needy, and helpless. Exactly how you liked it as you throw his leg over your shoulder

As he realized you were finally gonna stop teasing him his begs and whines increased of “I want your cock so bad,” or “Please give it to me…” with his thick accent prominent before your wet member finally entered his hole a sudden moan escaped his throat as you slowly pushed yourself in

Thanks to his flexibility you were able to push further into him, his raised thigh touching his dripping chest now as you bottomed out you pressed your foreheads together as the running hot water continued to soak you both before finally slamming your hips against him

“Oh~ p-please… do it again,”

You gave in slamming your hips against him, hitting his prostate dead on this time causing him to whimper as more precum from his leaking cock spilled onto his abdomen you leaned in breathlessly as you shared a messy kiss as you fucked into his hole

“That’s so good… it feels so good inside me,”

He moaned against your lips as you slipped your tongue inside his mouth moving it around his mouth and rubbing it sensually as he tightened around your cock whimpering into your mouth as you drank his moans in which only encouraged you more to pound into him faster stretching out his warm hole as it enveloped your cock

“Harder, please…!”

He begged as you gripped his thigh harder fucking into him rougher which he only liked more, his face looking completely ruined in the best way possible as his jaw fell slack, his hand reached for his own cock pumping as fast as he could in sync with your harsh movements against his body

“So desperate arent you? How cute, but I want you to only come from my cock and nothing else. Maybe then ill reward you,”

You pushed his hand away from his cock as he let out a choked sob his hands gripping your shoulders to the point where his fingernails were digging into your skin as you pounded his puffy pink hole feeling yourself come near your high as the warm feeling gathered inside of you clouding your thoughts

As you feel your own cock twitch you shove yourself deeper inside him making him let out a desperate moan as he came with the feeling of you spilling your load inside of him, you two stay pressed against each other for a while with your forehead against his, your breaths mixing together as you try to catch them

“Thank you…”

He said in a hoarse voice, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you chuckled pulling your cock out and watching as the cum trickled out his clenched hole before putting down his leg and sweetly pecking his lips

“You did good, now about that reward…”

A teasing smirk spread on your lips as he immediately perked up the energy practically vibrating off of him as he was ready to go again, the stamina of a speedster, you thought to yourself as you lifted him and pushed him against the shower glass ready for another round, neither of you planning to stop anytime soon.

Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

Title:Running Back to You

Pietro maximoff x fem!reader

Got this amazing idea from @faithiegirl01

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You had been by their side for as long as you could remember. The tiny apartment in Sokovia, with its peeling wallpaper and cramped spaces, was more of a home to you than the one you were born into. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were your family in every sense of the word. Together, the three of you had faced the hardships of a war-torn world, clinging to each other when everything else seemed to fall apart.

Wanda was your sister, not by blood, but by heart. The two of you were inseparable, spending hours giggling over shared secrets and dreams for a better future. You marveled at her growing abilities, feeling a deep bond that went beyond sisterhood. But then there was Pietro—your protector, your constant. With him, there was something different. He was always sweet to you, always looking out for you in ways that made your heart flutter, but you had never really considered what that meant. He was just Pietro, your best friend.

Or so you thought.

Everyone else seemed to see what you couldn’t. Wanda rolled her eyes whenever Pietro would dash ahead to pull you out of the way of some nonexistent danger or when he would bring you flowers he picked at superspeed. She could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened whenever you were around. It was all so obvious to everyone but the two of you.

The day everything changed was when HYDRA came into your lives. They promised power and a way to fix everything wrong with the world. You, Wanda, and Pietro accepted their offer, driven by desperation and a desire to make things better. The experiments were brutal, and the pain was unimaginable, but you endured it together. Your powers manifested—abilities that allowed you to manipulate energy in ways that were both destructive and beautiful.

But with that power came a price. HYDRA saw you as assets, tools to be used, and you were separated from your friends. They sold you to the highest bidder, and that bidder was none other than Tony Stark. It wasn’t until later that you realized Stark had bought you to save you, to keep you out of HYDRA’s clutches. You fought against him at first, but he and Steve Rogers showed you that your powers could be used for good. They trained you, molded you into something stronger, something better.

But nothing could erase the pain of being torn away from Wanda and Pietro. You missed them every day, wondering if they were still together, if they were safe, if they even thought of you.

Years passed, and you became a valuable member of the Avengers, though your heart was never fully in it. The memories of your time with Wanda and Pietro haunted you, and even in moments of victory, you felt the sting of their absence.

Then, everything changed when the Avengers faced a new threat. You were tasked with infiltrating a HYDRA facility—one that had recently fallen into the hands of new operators who were continuing the terrible work done there. It was a straightforward mission until you saw him.

Pietro.

He was faster than ever, moving through the facility like a blur. Your heart stopped. He was alive. But he was also your enemy now—or so you were supposed to believe. The thought of fighting him was unbearable, yet there was no choice. When you saw him dart towards Clint, your instincts took over, and you intercepted him, using your powers to bring him down.

Pietro hit the ground with a grunt, looking up at you in confusion. His eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. “Y/N?” he whispered, disbelief and hope intertwined in his voice.

“Pietro,” you breathed, your voice trembling. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees beside him, forgetting the battle raging around you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you—I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Pietro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a tear from your cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I looked for you everywhere, but they told me you were gone. I should have known you’d find a way back.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, both of you shaking with the intensity of the moment. It felt like a lifetime since you had been in each other’s arms, and now, with him holding you, everything else seemed to fade away. “We’ll find Wanda,” he promised, his voice strong and sure. “We’ll be together again. I won’t let them take you from me this time.”

When you finally pulled apart, the battle had slowed, and the Avengers were staring at you in confusion. Tony approached cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “So, are you going to introduce us to your, uh, old friend?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your eyes as you stood. “Tony, this is Pietro Maximoff. He’s... he’s the reason I survived HYDRA. Wanda too. You tried to save them along with me all those years ago, but... we got separated.”

Tony’s eyes widened in realization, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Well, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You looked back at Pietro, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sadness. There was still so much to say, so much to do, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were home.

Wanda found you soon after, her face lighting up with pure joy when she saw you. The reunion was emotional, filled with laughter, tears, and promises never to be separated again. Wanda gave you a knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. She always knew, even before you did.

As the dust settled and the Avengers regrouped, you realized that the long journey was finally over. You were back where you belonged—by Pietro’s side. And as he squeezed your hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

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**Epilogue**

A few days after the battle, you and Pietro stood together on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, watching the sun set over New York City. The air was warm, and the city buzzed with life below, but here, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet of the moment.

Pietro turned to you, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You know,” he began, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place, “I’ve been running my whole life. But when I’m with you... I finally feel like I can slow down.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Suddenly, all those moments from your childhood, all the times he had been there for you, flashed through your mind. The way he had always been just a little too protective, a little too sweet. And then, finally, you understood.

You loved him. You had always loved him.

Pietro smiled, as if he could see the realization dawning on your face. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just too scared to say it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness this time. “Me too,” you confessed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I was so scared of losing you that I didn’t even realize what was right in front of me.”

Pietro leaned down, and your heart raced as his lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like coming home, like everything you had been searching for had finally found you. When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Wanda’s voice rang out from behind you, her tone full of amusement. “Took you two long enough.”

You both turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Pietro rolled his eyes, but you just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years.

“Yeah,” Pietro said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “But at least we got there in the end.”

And as the three of you stood there together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as you always had—together, as a family.