black peep toe heels

Imagine Spencer Seeing You Dressed Up For The First Time

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Originally posted by modelsoffthecatwalk

A/N: Okay so, sorry this post was a little late… I had tournaments all weekend! Anyways, the title is pretty much self-explanatory. 

Warnings: NONE

Words: 749

“(Y/n), you look gorgeous!” Garcia squealed in excitement when you walked out of your hotel bathroom. You gave your friend a polite smile while shrugging. 

You didn’t even know why Hotch picked you to be the one to go undercover in this case. You didn’t have much experience with acting to begin with, let alone pretending to be someone you’re not. This Unsub in particularly went after single women at elegant balls. It was strange, but you were used to it. Being in the BAU for 2 years did that to you. 

 "I don’t know Pen, this dress is a bit too much for me.“ You replied, glancing down at your gold and black dress, then back up at your colleague. The costume was a few inches above your knee and it was incredibly bright; like sparkles bright. Something maybe Garcia would wear, not you.

 "That’s the point, my little princess! Hotchner told me he wanted you to stand out, I think I did my job pretty well." 

  You turned around to check your look one more time in the mirror. Your hair was in a lace braided bun. Your makeup was a golden brown smokey eye and your lips were painted a burgundy red. You didn’t look bad, you just weren’t used to dressing up like this. When your eyes found their way down to your body you weren’t sure how to feel about how the dress tugged at your hips. The costume revealed your curves, and as much as you sometimes liked them, tonight was not one of those nights. You didn’t want a serial killer thinking of you in that way, it was gross. Of course, you’d never say that to anyone though. This was your job, you had to. 

 In the reflection of the bathroom mirror, you could see Garcia pulling out her phone to check the time. The woman then shot her head up and grasped onto your forearm. 

 "Everyone ’s waiting down in the lobby, let’s go!” Your friend exclaimed, practically dragging you out of the bathroom. Oh, and the heels! On your feet were classic black peep-toe platform high heels. They were cute, in fact, you loved them, but they were also quite uncomfortable to walk in.

 As Pen and you were in the elevator, you couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. No, you weren’t dating but you wished you were. You’ve had a crush on him ever since you joined the BAU a couple years ago. Obviously, he didn’t know. You were just close friends, and that’s all he saw you as. Well, at least that’s what you thought. Garcia liked to believe that she knew Spencer liked you. 

 When you got down to the lobby you took a deep breath before strolling out of the elevator door. The whole team was sitting in some chairs but when Morgan and JJ noticed you they immediately stood up. 

 "(Y/n), you look absolutely stunning!“ JJ proclaimed, earning the other teams attention. You smiled and felt a heat rise to your cheeks but you were more focused on seeing Spencer. He was one of the last people to turn around but when he did you swore you saw his eyes widen in shock. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? 

"Dang Miss Foxy,” Morgan began, you rolling your eyes by the nickname your friend always called you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when Morgan gently hooked his hand around yours and brought it up to his mouth to kiss it. “You look lovely.” He finished, winking at you. 

 Rossi and Emily commented on your dress but you weren’t paying attention. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when Spencer got up from his chair and strolled over to you. For a moment he just stared at you, taking in your beauty. You finally broke eye contact with him, feeling uncomfortable by the staring. 

 "Sorry.“ He mumbled when he noticed you shift awkwardly. 

 "It’s fi-

 "You just look so beautiful, how could I not stare.” Spencer blurted out, soon realizing what he said and bringing his eyes to the ground. Your whole face turned a bright red and you smiled. That was the first time he had ever complimented you… or anyone on the team. Maybe Garcia was right… maybe he did like you. The thoughts going through your mind just brought a wider smile on your face and a darker blush.

Maybe being Unsub bait was worth it. 

Jealous Speedster

Warning: cussing, SMUT, Unprotected SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader, the team

Request:  can you wrote a Pietro (Avengers) x Reader smut where he gets really jealous.   ~anonny

A/n: I wrote this today, sorry it took me a while to do it but hey better late than never. Pietro Smut just in time for Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s birthday (He’s is literally like 4 months older than me). I hope you like it. First time writing smut for him, i’ve read it but first time writing it.

Tag list: @marvelismylife @alwayssmilepretty @the-winter-sokovian

Originally posted by weheartaaron


               “Wanda do you really think he’ll like this?” You looked at yourself in the mirror on the back of your closet door. The blue and silver dress that you wore clung to your curves and barely covered your ass.

               “Of course, возлюбленная (sweetheart). I know he will.” Wanda’s accent came from the bathroom. “If he hasn’t done anything by the end of tonight, well. I’ll have to hurt him and date you myself.” You could hear the amused tone in her voice. You were glad to have her as your best friend besides Natasha.

               “There’s no need for violence, Wan. Plus, I love you like a sister. There is no way I could be with you like that.” You loved her like the sister you never had and Nat, well she made herself your older sister/mother figure when you joined the team.

               “You almost ready? The party is starting soon.” Thinking of Nat, there she was yelling in at you two.

               “Almost Nat, just second guessing this dress.” Nat opened the door to your room, seeing you looking at yourself in the mirror while running your hands over your dress. “Does this really look good on me? I honestly think it clings to my body a little much.” You never really liked your body but Wanda assured you that Pietro loved you, every inch and every aspect of you.

               “Don’t worry little one. He’s going to love it just like he loves you. You should really see how he looks at you. It almost makes me sick with how cute it is.” Nat walked up behind you, setting her chin on your bare shoulder with a smile played across her red lips.

               “Really?” You turned and looked at her, your eyes were wide like a dear caught in headlights almost.

               “Really. Now put your heels on and let’s go.” She handed you your black peep-toe heels. You slipped them on and all three of you walked out of your room.

               The three of you made your way down to the party room, as Tony called it. Nat wearing a simple formfitting red dress that matched her hair and lipstick and Wanda wore a deep violet dress that you assumed matched Visions skin tone. The party was in full swing when you got there, which didn’t really bother you. You were really one for parties but Tony said everyone had to go, no ands ifs or buts about it. You and Nat walked over to the bar while Wanda went to sit with Vision, she was almost always found with him if not with you or her brother.

               At the bar, you and Nat ordered a drink. You decided to sit there at the bar while Nat decided to go torment Tony, which was always fun to watch more so when he was drunk. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on the Sokovian who stole your heart the moment you met him. He had his hair combed back, it almost looked like his hair was all dark brown if you looked at him straight on, he wore a nice button up shirt that looked amazing on him, and a pair of dark slacks as well as his trainers, which Tony would more in likely yell at him for later. Tony was known to be a bit of a drama queen when it came to clothes.

               As time passed, a couple of guys decided it was a good idea to start talking to you. They bought you a few drinks and started to flirt with you, which you didn’t flirt back. You couldn’t, you didn’t find what they said to be ether cute nor funny. You would rather be flirted with by your Sokovian crush. But alas, he was being swarmed by a group of giddy blondes and all they wanted was to hear him talk or wanted to see if one of them could take him home with them. You could see him smiling at what one of the slutty looking blondes had said, you couldn’t help but feel a small pain in your chest. You hoped he would have seen you, at least look at you but you couldn’t always get what you want. You knew Wanda was always lurking in the back of your mind, so you sent her a message telling her to help you out with the two jock wannabes. She came along and practically stole you from them, pleasing you and causing them to groan displeased.

               She dragged you onto the dance floor in hopes to make you smile some. Which it did for some time. “You know, there is always one way to get his attention.”

               “Really Wanda? You really think making him jealous of someone would make him look at me?”

               “Yes and just so you know. He has seen you, he is completely awestruck by you just doesn’t know what to do.”

               “Are you sure. I mean, I’m not doubting your twin link but still. He has more courage than I do.” You were a bit shy but you couldn’t help it, you were like that with every guy you like before and now that it’s Pietro, well shyness didn’t begin to cover it.

               “Come on, let’s go find Barton and have him help.” ‘Fuck, she was really going to drag him in this.’ She dragged you to where the others were sitting. Wanda sat next to Clint and whispered something in his ear causing him to smile widely. That’s when you regretted telling Wanda that you haven’t been with a guy for almost ever and with the look on Clint’s face, well needless to say you were screwed and soon probably literally.

               “Come on (Y/n).” Clint stood up and held out his hand. You took his hand and you took the drink that was in his other hand, tossing back like it was water when it was straight hard liquor. After setting the glass down, you followed Clint back out on the dance floor. “So we need to make Speedy jealous? I can do that.” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. Despite being a fatherly figure to you, this was kind of weird. Dancing this close to him, he maybe strong but Pietro was the one whose arms you wanted to be in.

 

*Pietro’s POV*

 

               ‘Why was she dancing with that old man?’ I thought. The way she looks tonight, god she was beautiful. None of these women were any match to her. Her (h/c) was stunning, her (e/c) brighter than ever, and her curves in that blue and silver dress. Ugh, she could stop a train. I know my sister had something to do with the dress. (Y/n) was adorably shy around me and I couldn’t place why. When she is with my sister, she is confident in herself but once I’m near it’s like she second guesses everything. Why?

               “Sorry ladies but I have to go.” I hear groans from all of them as I step away and make my way onto the dance floor.

               ‘She is beautiful, yes?’ I hear Wanda in my head.

               ‘Yes. Do you know why she is dancing with the old man?’

               ‘Of course I do, brother. You just have to find out on your own.’ What the hell, my own sister is up to something. ‘I know you want her, brother. I’ve seen your thoughts of her. She wants you too.’

               Just like that I feel her presence in my mind vanish. I continue my walk to where they were dancing. Clint had pulled her close to him, his hands dangerously close to her ass. Her ass in that dress looked amazing.

               “What are you doing with my printessa old man?” I tapped him on the shoulder, he smirked at me.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               “What are you doing with my printessa old man?” ‘Did he really call me that?’ You couldn’t help but smile. The next thing you knew you were in your room pressed against the back of your door. “You are mine, моя любовь (my love).” His voice sent shivers down your spine. His lips connected to your neck as his hands settled on your hips, holding you firmly against the door. Soft whimpers left your lips as his were on you, moving up and along your jaw until they found yours. Silencing you as he ground into you, making you feel just how hard he was. He pulled away, needing air. He looked down at you, his eyes were blown with lust. You could feel yourself getting wetter just by looking at the speedster in front of you.

               “Piet.” You barely got out before his lips were on yours again. You loved the way his lips fit perfectly with yours. You slid your hands into his neat hair, carding your fingers through the soft stands of dark brown and silver. He angled his head, deepening the kiss. You pushed your lower body into him causing him to groan into the kiss. His hands slid down to the back of your thighs. He whispered jump against your lips and you did as told. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you easily to your bed. He gently laid you down, he looked down at you like you were pray. You needed him, now. You kicked your heels off and scooted up to the pillows on your bed. The fabric of your dress was bunched up high enough to show Pietro your electric blue panties. You looked up at him and you can clearly notice that he saw them because you hear an animalistic growl emanate from the back of his throat.

               “Now, printessa. Did you really think that making me jealous was a good idea?” His accent was thicker and it sent shivers down your spine again. He made quick work of his shirt, showing off his sculpted abs that you have been dying to touch. He crawled up the bed and hovered over you. He ran a hand up your back and pulled at the material of your dress, ripping it. With his other hand he continued to tear your dress, tossing the remnants of fabric over his shoulder and on to the floor. You were now laying there under him in just your panties. You loved the way his muscles moved under his skin.

               “Pietro, please.” You looked up at him, looking innocently into his eyes. You were set up by his sister to make him jealous. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on your sweet causing you to moan loudly. His hand slid down your body, coming to a stop at your cloth covered clit. He applied slight pressure to it with a single finger, drawing small circles on it. Pulling more moans from you. His lips started moving down, nibbling on your collar bone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His free hand came up and started to tweak the other, causing you to get louder. You buried your hands in his hair again as he continued his assault on your breasts, pulling him closer to you. He switched sides as his hand left the apex of your legs, causing you to whimper at the loss. You felt him smirk against you, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying the fact that he was causing you pleasure, need and want.

               He let your nipple go with a slight wet pop before he continued his descent down your body. Once he reached your hip, he ripped your panties off you causing you to gasp. “Those were my favorite pair.”

               “I’ll get you a new pair, printessa.” He ran a finger through your folds, the simple action caused you to throw your head back and moan softly. “So wet for me, моя любовь (my love).”

               Without warning, he slid two fingers inside you as he dove in with his tongue to your clit. You practically screamed in pleasure. Pietro started to finger fuck you fast and hard as he licked, sucked and nibbled your clit. In no time, you were on the brink of your orgasm. With the sounds you were making, he knew you were close. He sped up a little and sucked just hard enough, causing you to cum. He removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside you, working you through your orgasm. Your hands clinging to him like he was your only link to this world. He lapped up everything you had to offer him, he took everything and then some. As you came down from your high, he crawled up your body. His lips attached to yours causing you to moan at the taste of yourself there, he took the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were able to really taste yourself now, causing you to moan again.

               You didn’t know when he removed the rest of his clothes but at this point you didn’t care, you needed him inside you. “Pietro, please. I need you, inside me. Now!” He slide the head of his cock inside of you and slowly started to push forward. He took his time working himself into you, not wanting to hurt you. He was bigger than any guy you had been with. You both moaned as he worked himself inside you. He stopped moving when he was completely seated inside you. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before he really started to move. You nodded your head as he looked into your eyes as if asking if you were ready.

               He pulled back and slammed into you. He kept this up for a few moments before picking up pace. This was something that you never thought you would ever feel and here you were, getting fucked into your mattress by the man you have come to love. His pace didn’t falter, not even once. You’ve hit your high again as he continued to fuck you. Your hands slid over his shoulders and your nails started to dig into his skin which caused him to fuck you harder. You were screaming at this point, not caring if the people at the party heard you.

               Pietro lifted one of your legs which caused him to slide deeper into you. Pietro was tapping into his speed to fuck you and you loved every second of it. He slid a hand in between your bodies and landing on your clit. He moved so fast, his finger started to vibrate causing you to clamp down on his cock. Your orgasm shot through you like a bullet from a gun. Your back arched off the bed and you silently screamed as you came completely undone under the silver haired speedster. With a few thrusts later, he spilt himself inside you before collapsing on top of you. He laid there for a few moments to catch his breath and come down from his own high.

               “That was,”

               “Wow.” He looked at you. His eyes full of love and adoration. “Printessa, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

               “Neither do I, Piet.” You rolled onto your side facing Pietro, placing a hand on his cheek.

               “Would you mind being my girlfriend?” He looked down at you as you laid in his arms.

               “Of course, my love.” You leaned up and placed your lips to his. Only leaving them there for a moment. You laid your head on his chest and he started to run his fingers through your hair. Moments later the two of you were asleep.

               The next morning you woke up before Pietro. Neither one of you had nightmares which was great for a change. You managed to get out of bed without waking your now speedster boyfriend. You grabbed his button up shirt from last night and pulled it on, buttoning it up. It fell to your mid-thigh and you had to roll up the sleeves some. You dug through your drawer to find a new pair of panties since the ones you were wearing were ripped off you by the man who was still asleep in your bed.            

               You made the walk down to the kitchen where the rest of the team sat, all ether eating or drinking coffee. You didn’t pay attention to the stares as you made yourself a cup of coffee with a huge smile on your face.

               “How was your night last night (Y/n)?” Tony looked like shit, probably nursing a hangover but he smirked anyway.

               “Wouldn’t you like to know, Tin Man?” You didn’t let your smile falter. You heard a soft smack, figuring Nat smacked him. “How was yours, Nat?”

               “It was great. Messing with Tony was fun.” She smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. Wanda had a smile on her face as well, knowing full well what happened last night. You knew you had to thank her.

               ‘You’re welcome.’ You looked at her and couldn’t help but smile more.

               “(Y/n) how are you even able to walk this morning? From what we heard last night, he must have been using his speed.” Bruce looked at you pretty confused. The rest of the team did except Nat, Wanda and Clint, as well as Pietro.

               “Did you guys really forget that I have enhanced healing?” You let a mock hurt expression fall on your face. “That hurts knowing that my own team can’t remember my own healing ability.”

               “Speaking of the speedster, where is he?” Seconds later he was at your side.

               “I’m wear I need to be old man.” He looked at Clint as if he was going to punch him.

               “Brother, don’t look at Clint like that. What he did last night was because of me.” Pietro looked at his sister, shocked that his own sister would do such a thing.

               “Really Wanda, you had this old man that close to my printessa?”

               “Yes, she was scared that you didn’t like her the way she loves you.” Wanda smiled at herself and so did Nat. They both had a part to play in it but they knew to keep that to themselves.

               “Thank you for last night Wan.” You leaned your head against Pietro’s shoulder as he stood there eating some candy. Where he got it, you didn’t want to ask.

               All you cared about was you now had the man you loved.