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Pietro Maximoff x Female!Reader
(ft. Father!Tony Stark)

There was nothing better than waking up to someone you love, you quickly realised as you opened your eyes to Pietro’s peaceful expression, his own eyes closed. He looked so damn cute when he was asleep, and you couldn’t help but smile. Leaning in, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, not really wanting to wake up but not being able to resist.

As you pulled away, you realised he was following you, and you chuckled as you gave him another kiss, watching as his eyelashes fluttered against the pale cheeks before his eyes opened. He smiled a tired smile and whispered, “Morning.” You grinned and whispered it back. “You look so cute when you’re sleepy.” You said, and you relished in his deep chuckle, feeling yourself shiver at the sound. God, you loved him...and his laugh...and body, oh how you loved his body.

You blushed as you remembered what that body was doing last night to you, and when Pietro chuckled even more at you, you playfully glared at him, nudging him a little. “And you’re cute all the time,” He said before capturing your lips, and you giggled against his lips, kissing him back with as much heat as he was doing.

As the kiss got more heated, you rolled on top of him, straddling him as he released your lips to trail soft kisses down your jawline and neck. You moaned as he sucked on the side of your neck, and slipped your hands into his hair, gripping it as he trailed downwards. His moan made you tremble, and you couldn’t wait to repeat last night’s activities.

But then- “(Y/N), I’ve made those little pancakes you lik- what are you doing to my daughter?” Your father’s voice burst into the room, his tone going a tad higher than normal. You froze, eyes widening as everything seemed to just slow down. Your father...your father was in your flat, your room. Your father was in your room while you were on top of your new boyfriend, letting him suck your neck… Oh my god! You couldn’t have jumped off Pietro any fast enough, letting yourself fall off the bed before struggling to stand up. Unfortunately the covers has fell with you, causing you to become a tangled mess- and Pietro to become completely naked.

This made you panic more, and practically fought with the covers. Once the covers finally separated from you, you gave yourself a moment of pride, feeling more like you’d won a battle than just tore the duvet away from yourself. An awkward cough came from the bed, and you remembered exactly why you had panicked to begin with.

Eyes widening, you throw the covers back onto the bed, just barely covering Pietro’s bottom half. There was a silence that followed, a silence that was filled with nothing but awkwardness, and then- “Oh my god! My eyes! They’re burning!” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest as your father practically ran out of the room, hands covering his eyes like he’d just witnessed the most brutal murder ever.

You hated your father sometimes.

“Well then.” Pietro muttered, “That could’ve gone...bad.” You shoved Pietro, and he fell limply to the other half of the bed, causing his bottom half to stay on his side and his top half on your side of the bed. You rolled your eyes, and walked over to the wardrobe. You were not in the mood for an annoying boyfriend, you had a father to console… You can’t believe you just thought that. God, your father was so dramatic sometimes...as well as your boyfriend apparently, huffing as he groaned loudly, announcing how you’d ‘hurt him with that push’.

“Just get changed!” You exclaimed, and quickly got dressed yourself. Once you were ready, you grabbed a shirt and trousers for Pietro and threw them at him, to which he huffed but otherwise didn’t move. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, before walking out of the room to go to the kitchen. There was where your father stood, leaning against the counter as he nursed a hot cup. His eyes were wide and he had the look of a someone who’d seen a lot of bad things...not his naked daughter on top of an equally-naked boy.

You blushed as embarrassment built up inside of you. You hadn’t meant to show him that, it’s just...you hadn’t known he was even going to be there! You would’ve gotten dressed and practically forced the clothes onto Pietro. You may have even shoved the boy out before your father arrived because you knew, you knew how he acted when it concerned his daughter, especially when boys were involved.

“How could you?” came the whispered voice of your father, and you started, looking up at him to see he was looking at you with a hurt look. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and sighed, walking over to the kettle and flipping it on. Tony followed you, watching your every movement, and you knew for some that would have been uncomfortable, but you were used to it. You had often done things in the past (silly things, like ate the last biscuit or made cupcakes for everyone but your father when he annoyed you) which ended up resulting in that look, so you weren’t really bothered with the intensity of the look.

What you were bothered by, however, was the words he spoke, “How could you date a boy? You specifically swore off boys!” You huffed and rolled your eyes then, hands shooting straight to your hips as you turned to glare at him. “No, dad. I’ve never sworn off boys. You just took the absence of boys as an agreement I’d never date, forgetting the fact that I was at university and funnily enough, I wanted to focus on that!” He huffed, placing the cup down to cross his arms over his chest like a petulant child, and you glared harder at him.

“You are such a child, dad.” You said, turning back to the kettle, and Tony huffed, looking over at you. “I just don’t want to see my daughter - my only child - on top of a man! Is that so bad?” You shook your head, and turned your head back to him, “I’m not a child anymore, dad. I’m a grown woman, who likes Pietro and he likes me! I’m allowed to date him.”

He gave you such an incredulous look, you may have thought you’d have admitted you had an extra head. “No, you’re not, (Y/N)!” You rolled your eyes at him again, and grabbed a cup to start filling it up with your desired beverage.

Suddenly, you became aware of a third presence in the room by a cough, and you looked over your shoulder to see Pietro standing there, leaning against the door-frame, looking way too relaxed considering the man who was beside you. Your father noticed too, and a glare instantly shaped his features. “Oi, you! Stay away from my baby girl! She is a pure, precious little cinnamon bun and I refuse to allow you to taint her innocence with your...your speedy sinfulness!” You all paused, your father breathing harshly as he finished his exclaim off, and you took a couple of seconds to contemplate what he’d just said, before saying, “What?”

That was all you could say, though Pietro ended up replying to your father with a loud laugh. Because your father isn’t angry enough. You quickly placed a hand on your father’s shoulder, freezing him before he could go after your boyfriend. He huffed, his breathing now slower, and you took a couple of deep breaths yourself before speaking, “First off, ‘pure, precious little cinnamon bun’? Please don’t say that, and if you do, say ‘cinnamon roll’!” Tony shot you a confused look, and you sighed as you explained the difference; one meant purity, the other meant a sexy butt. You watched as your father blushed before sending you a sheepish, apologetic look as he realised he’d used the latter term.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “Second, ‘speedy sinfulness’?” The older man shrugged, saying “He’s fast, and he’s tainting your purity with his sinfulness!” You shook your head, pulling your hand away from his shoulder to pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes closing as you breathed.

Your father was a child, you were sure of it.

Coding by SimplySilent

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Pietro Maximoff x Female!Reader
(ft. Father!Tony Stark)

There was nothing better than waking up to someone you love, you quickly realised as you opened your eyes to Pietro’s peaceful expression, his own eyes closed. He looked so damn cute when he was asleep, and you couldn’t help but smile. Leaning in, you planted a soft kiss on his lips, not really wanting to wake up but not being able to resist.

As you pulled away, you realised he was following you, and you chuckled as you gave him another kiss, watching as his eyelashes fluttered against the pale cheeks before his eyes opened. He smiled a tired smile and whispered, “Morning.” You grinned and whispered it back. “You look so cute when you’re sleepy.” You said, and you relished in his deep chuckle, feeling yourself shiver at the sound. God, you loved him...and his laugh...and body, oh how you loved his body.

You blushed as you remembered what that body was doing last night to you, and when Pietro chuckled even more at you, you playfully glared at him, nudging him a little. “And you’re cute all the time,” He said before capturing your lips, and you giggled against his lips, kissing him back with as much heat as he was doing.

As the kiss got more heated, you rolled on top of him, straddling him as he released your lips to trail soft kisses down your jawline and neck. You moaned as he sucked on the side of your neck, and slipped your hands into his hair, gripping it as he trailed downwards. His moan made you tremble, and you couldn’t wait to repeat last night’s activities.

But then- “(Y/N), I’ve made those little pancakes you lik- what are you doing to my daughter?” Your father’s voice burst into the room, his tone going a tad higher than normal. You froze, eyes widening as everything seemed to just slow down. Your father...your father was in your flat, your room. Your father was in your room while you were on top of your new boyfriend, letting him suck your neck… Oh my god! You couldn’t have jumped off Pietro any fast enough, letting yourself fall off the bed before struggling to stand up. Unfortunately the covers has fell with you, causing you to become a tangled mess- and Pietro to become completely naked.

This made you panic more, and practically fought with the covers. Once the covers finally separated from you, you gave yourself a moment of pride, feeling more like you’d won a battle than just tore the duvet away from yourself. An awkward cough came from the bed, and you remembered exactly why you had panicked to begin with.

Eyes widening, you throw the covers back onto the bed, just barely covering Pietro’s bottom half. There was a silence that followed, a silence that was filled with nothing but awkwardness, and then- “Oh my god! My eyes! They’re burning!” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest as your father practically ran out of the room, hands covering his eyes like he’d just witnessed the most brutal murder ever.

You hated your father sometimes.

“Well then.” Pietro muttered, “That could’ve gone...bad.” You shoved Pietro, and he fell limply to the other half of the bed, causing his bottom half to stay on his side and his top half on your side of the bed. You rolled your eyes, and walked over to the wardrobe. You were not in the mood for an annoying boyfriend, you had a father to console… You can’t believe you just thought that. God, your father was so dramatic sometimes...as well as your boyfriend apparently, huffing as he groaned loudly, announcing how you’d ‘hurt him with that push’.

“Just get changed!” You exclaimed, and quickly got dressed yourself. Once you were ready, you grabbed a shirt and trousers for Pietro and threw them at him, to which he huffed but otherwise didn’t move. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, before walking out of the room to go to the kitchen. There was where your father stood, leaning against the counter as he nursed a hot cup. His eyes were wide and he had the look of a someone who’d seen a lot of bad things...not his naked daughter on top of an equally-naked boy.

You blushed as embarrassment built up inside of you. You hadn’t meant to show him that, it’s just...you hadn’t known he was even going to be there! You would’ve gotten dressed and practically forced the clothes onto Pietro. You may have even shoved the boy out before your father arrived because you knew, you knew how he acted when it concerned his daughter, especially when boys were involved.

“How could you?” came the whispered voice of your father, and you started, looking up at him to see he was looking at you with a hurt look. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and sighed, walking over to the kettle and flipping it on. Tony followed you, watching your every movement, and you knew for some that would have been uncomfortable, but you were used to it. You had often done things in the past (silly things, like ate the last biscuit or made cupcakes for everyone but your father when he annoyed you) which ended up resulting in that look, so you weren’t really bothered with the intensity of the look.

What you were bothered by, however, was the words he spoke, “How could you date a boy? You specifically swore off boys!” You huffed and rolled your eyes then, hands shooting straight to your hips as you turned to glare at him. “No, dad. I’ve never sworn off boys. You just took the absence of boys as an agreement I’d never date, forgetting the fact that I was at university and funnily enough, I wanted to focus on that!” He huffed, placing the cup down to cross his arms over his chest like a petulant child, and you glared harder at him.

“You are such a child, dad.” You said, turning back to the kettle, and Tony huffed, looking over at you. “I just don’t want to see my daughter - my only child - on top of a man! Is that so bad?” You shook your head, and turned your head back to him, “I’m not a child anymore, dad. I’m a grown woman, who likes Pietro and he likes me! I’m allowed to date him.”

He gave you such an incredulous look, you may have thought you’d have admitted you had an extra head. “No, you’re not, (Y/N)!” You rolled your eyes at him again, and grabbed a cup to start filling it up with your desired beverage.

Suddenly, you became aware of a third presence in the room by a cough, and you looked over your shoulder to see Pietro standing there, leaning against the door-frame, looking way too relaxed considering the man who was beside you. Your father noticed too, and a glare instantly shaped his features. “Oi, you! Stay away from my baby girl! She is a pure, precious little cinnamon bun and I refuse to allow you to taint her innocence with your...your speedy sinfulness!” You all paused, your father breathing harshly as he finished his exclaim off, and you took a couple of seconds to contemplate what he’d just said, before saying, “What?”

That was all you could say, though Pietro ended up replying to your father with a loud laugh. Because your father isn’t angry enough. You quickly placed a hand on your father’s shoulder, freezing him before he could go after your boyfriend. He huffed, his breathing now slower, and you took a couple of deep breaths yourself before speaking, “First off, ‘pure, precious little cinnamon bun’? Please don’t say that, and if you do, say ‘cinnamon roll’!” Tony shot you a confused look, and you sighed as you explained the difference; one meant purity, the other meant a sexy butt. You watched as your father blushed before sending you a sheepish, apologetic look as he realised he’d used the latter term.

You rolled your eyes and continued, “Second, ‘speedy sinfulness’?” The older man shrugged, saying “He’s fast, and he’s tainting your purity with his sinfulness!” You shook your head, pulling your hand away from his shoulder to pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes closing as you breathed.

Your father was a child, you were sure of it.

Coding by SimplySilent