Idk if you write for Colossus (but this could also work for Hank and Kurt :p)
But if you can can you please write a fic where the reader has like a shark mutation (and they have scales on their body) and they flirt with Colossus (or anyone else) by saying something like “our mutations would make a pretty cool baby”. Idk but ur goated if you do this!!!!
Steel and Scales
You stood by the training area of the X-Mansion, your shark-like mutation making you stand out even among mutants. The scales that covered parts of your body shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights, tough and strong, much like the armor of one certain X-Man you couldn’t stop thinking about: Colossus.
Piotr "Colossus" Rasputin was working through his training routine, his metallic skin gleaming as he lifted weights that would have crushed a normal person. You admired his strength, but it wasn’t just his physicality that drew you in. He had a gentle nature, something that contrasted with your more rugged mutation. You’d often wondered what it would be like to get closer to him, and today… well, today you felt bold.
As Piotr finished his set and moved to grab a towel, you sauntered over, your scales catching the light as you flashed him a teasing smile.
“Hey, big guy,” you greeted him, watching his brow arch slightly as he looked down at you.
“Ah, [Y/N],” he said warmly, his Russian accent adding an extra layer of charm to his deep voice. “How are you today?”
You glanced at his metallic form, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Oh, you know, just thinking about how our mutations would make a pretty cool baby.”
Piotr’s eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting that, before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He looked down at you, his towering frame almost completely obscuring the light overhead. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice amused but kind.
You shrugged playfully. “Think about it. Metal armor mixed with shark scales? We’d have a super tough kid. And don’t get me started on the strength.”
Piotr’s expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That would be... a very unique combination, да."
He seemed a little flustered, but that only made your grin widen. "See, now you're thinking about it," you teased, nudging his side lightly. "Maybe I should let you take me out sometime, and we can see where this mutation blending idea goes?"
For a moment, Piotr seemed to consider your words, his smile growing a little wider. "You are very... forward, [Y/N]. But I appreciate your boldness."
“I know what I want, Piotr,” you said, your tone softer now but still playful. “And I don’t mind going after it.”
He looked down at you with a mix of admiration and amusement. "In that case, perhaps we can talk more... over dinner?"
You raised an eyebrow. “Dinner, huh? Sounds like a date.”
Piotr smiled warmly, his metallic form shimmering under the lights. “Yes, I believe it does.”
You smirked, your confidence unwavering. “Who knows? Maybe our first date will go so well we’ll have to start planning that mutant baby sooner than we thought.”
Piotr chuckled again, shaking his head fondly. “You are quite the charmer, [Y/N]. But let us take things one step at a time, yes?”
You winked, turning to walk away but throwing a playful look over your shoulder. “Sure, big guy. One step at a time.”
Prompt: ‘’I’m pregnant’’ (Prompted by the wonderful @master-sass-blast <3 <3 <3 <3 <3) Sorry it took so long!! Been piled under a big mountain of incoming deadline and quizzes!! This was nice to write! And I hope you enjoy it!!! <3
Warnings: none -- Just a whooooole lotta fluff akjkldfkdskfh
‘’What have you got there, sweet cheeks? A love letter from a lost lover?’’ Wade sings as he appears behind you, chin perched over your shoulder as he tries to get your attention.
Your eyes were glued to the words staring back at you, holding your breath as you move down the letter, line by line; too preoccupied by the shocking news to even think of entertaining Wade’s nonsense-of-the-day.
The letter is ripped away from your hand, as Wade dances around you – ‘’C’mon, what could be more important than Ole’ Wadey Woo?’’
You immediately twist around to get the letter back, but Wade uses one hand to hold you back at arms’ length, as he peers at the letter.
‘’WADE. Give that back right now!’’ Your throat croaks against the tangled up nerves in your neck, straining from trying to keep it together.
You give up when you see Wade’s face change from a sneaky and smiling nuisance, to a more solemn, straight lipped realization.
He looks at you, his brows getting higher and his mouth slightly ajar – ‘’You’re…? Is this real?’’
You press your lips together, nervously fiddling your thumbs over one another, as you slowly nod at Wade.
Wade’s face grows two times bigger, the elation on his face unfettered – ‘’Oh my God! I’m gonna be an uncle!’’ – as he squeezes you into a hug.
You let out a tense laugh – and the force of the action makes your tears known, causing you to sniffle. Wade picks up on your anxious tellings, and immediately springs into protective mode.
‘’Hey woah woah, what’s wrong? Didn’t you and Chrome daddy want this?’’ His voice spills a sense of concern and worry, without any of the usual underlying snark. He holds onto to you firmly, a sense of comfort in the lost feeling.
‘’I… Yeah I mean… What if I’m not ready Wade? We didn’t… We thought it could wait, y’know?’’ You try wiping away some of the tears welling up behind your eyelids.
‘’Okay… Okay… Hey c’mon, you guys are like… built to take care of budding young villains–‘’
‘’Wade.’’
‘’I kid! But anyone who’s ever seen either of you work with those kiddos? They’d probably assume you guys were an old married couple with a crap tonne of experience. I’m sure the little heir to the Russian mafia is gonna do just fine with the both of you.’’
‘’You think so?’’
‘’I know so.’’ Wade responds with a softness to his voice. You step forward, giving him a big tight hug by way of a thank you.
He gently pats your head. ‘’There, there. Well, that’s my quota for sappy-sweet Wade,’’ as he jokingly pushes you away. ‘’So, when are you gonna tell your baby daddy?’’
The rumbling sound of the X-Jet roars over the mansion, echoing through the walls.
‘’I guess there’s your answer?’’ You smile sheepishly, before going to greet your husband at the hanger.
Piotr walks down the lowered platform of the jet in his armoured form, and as he sees your figure standing near the stairs, flashes you a toothy smile -- all silver, but still toothy.
When he gets closer to you, he immediately dearmours, and presses his lips to your cheek – his neck craning down to reach you. As he pulls back, you tiptoe and drape your arms around his neck, holding him from retracting fully – before placing a sweet, gentle, pressing kiss onto his lightly dry lips, pulling away when his hands come to rest on the back of your waist.
‘’Oh? Has my myshka missed me much? I did not think I was gone for long…’’ Piotr jests as he moves to walk back towards your room – arm hooking onto yours, and your fingers interlocked.
You chuckle at his teasing, grinning and matching his long paces.
‘’No, you weren’t… but it sure felt like it.’’ You give his hand a tight squeeze.
‘’Well then, I will make sure to bring you with me next time.’’ Piotr entertains, his smile never leaving. You hold your gaze onto him, and you knew…
Wade was right. When it came to being caretakers and responsible adults, you and Piotr were at the top of the food chain.
Not to mention… you were finally going to have a kid!
A renewed excitement and joy takes the place of your worries and dues -- broken down by the presence of the love of your life -- and the fact that you will finally be starting a family with him fills you with nauseous glee.
Whilst Piotr took a shower, you sit on the edge of the bed and debilitate over how you’re going to tell him.
Should I show him the letter? No that’ll take too long… How about I make him guess? I don’t think Piotr’s one for guessing games… Maybe–
Your thoughts get cut off by the deep-set voice you’ve grown well-accustomed to.
‘’Dorogaya, I think we need more shampoo… I hope you don’t mind that I used a little of yours.’’
‘’Yeah, that’s okay Petey.’’ You hum as you make your way towards him. He has his back to you, a towel wrapped around his waist as he shuffles through the wardrobe for some pyjamas. You get the overwhelming urge to embrace his large stature – and you do. Resting the side of your head against the soft after-shower smoothness of his skin that smells a little musky but… with a hint of your apricot-peachy shampoo. Piotr straightens up, putting a hand over your arm as you feel him grinning, his chuckles resounding through his body.
You had it memorised by heart; the smile he had whenever you surprise hugged him – a gentle tug of his high-boned cheeks, pushing up a soft open smile of his lips, only the top row of his teeth showing as he looks back a little.
The anxieties of the previous hour seemed to dissipate out of you, and you stand there, holding onto your warm, lovely, tower of a husband.
‘’Did you really miss me so much, Y/N?’’ His loving voice reverberates, with him adjusting around to embrace you fully. You lift up your head, chin resting on his chest as your eyes find his in the subtle lighting of your table lamp.
‘’I do. But I love waiting for you too… and speaking of… I think there’s something we’ve both been waiting for…’’
Piotr tilts his head, the smile shifting into one of more intrigue. ‘’Please explain, myshka. We were waiting for something?’’ His hand strokes down your hair as you nod at his question. You pull him towards the bed and sit him down – and even though he’s still in his towel, he obliges; he knows from experience that this was something important.
‘’I know we've talked about it... and that we should wait, but," you bite the corner of your lip as your eyes dart away onto the floor, but you regain eye contact as your lips speak the words you’ve been dying to say.
"Piotr... I... I'm pregnant."
Your eyes well up, as the words fall out your tongue before you could let yourself think any further.
Piotr purses his mouth, brows raised in surprise – and all in an instant he's beaming and smiling and embracing you in his arms – holding his face close to yours, murmuring words of delight and joy and "Bhoze... is this really true?"
You hug him back, tight and warm, your head smushed and chuckling ‘’Yes’’ against his chest, when he pulls back to look at you, the utter joy in his eyes was palpable – and the warmth in the moment spread to your chest.
‘’I… I am so happy, Y/N…’’ He holds both your hands in his, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, before tugging you close to him again. His eyes closed from the sheer vigour that news such as this prompted from the human soul.
‘’I told you at our wedding that you made me the happiest man on Earth…’’ He whispers by your ear, ‘’and you do so everyday… and especially today… you’ve made me the happiest man in all of existence. Ya tebya lyublyu.’’
‘’I love you too, Piotr.’’ You manage, and as you lose the fight against your tears of joy, you sniffle at the last syllable.
You laugh when you remember who helped you build the courage to tell Piotr the news in the first place, and Piotr looks up; his face asking the question that you were going to answer.
‘’It’s just that… Wade figured it out a few hours before this… and… When I first got the news, I was so… scared. It felt so sudden and… just scary. Wade was there and he actually consoled me, Petey.’’ You explain as you lay against his chest.
‘’Ah, if that is the case, then I shall give him a big present for keeping my wife safe and happy.’’ He breathes. A moment later, he sounds out, his voice holding a husky note of curious wonder, ‘’I wonder if it is a girl or a boy?’’
‘’Well, I love a good surprise.’’ You joke.
Piotr thinks about the option for a moment. ‘’Well, either way, our baby is going to be very lucky and very protected… when he has a mamochka such as you taking care of him, he definitely will be.’’
‘’Him?’’ You raise a brow, giving him a ‘gotcha’ smile.
‘’I may have... a small hope…’’ Piotr smiles at you sheepishly. He rolls around, spooning you from behind as his large arms wrap around you – gently placing a hand over your stomach as he snuggles against the side of neck. You flip around to face him, hugging him closer still -- the feel of his bare chest always a welcome touch.
‘’I couldn’t have chosen a better partner and friend. You’re the love of my life, Piotr.’’ You kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger against it, grunting a hand to rest on his chest.
Piotr hums as he puts his hand assuringly over yours. ‘’And you, mine. dusha moya’’ – my soul
And the rest of the evening lazes past your lounging, all troubles for the future turning now into opportunities – with the peaceful moment only broken when an excited Wade starts banging at your door.
Summary: You work at an art store that has opened recently, and you first meet Piotr there.
Word count: 1,600+
A/N: Ahhh my first post! I’m really nervous about posting this, but I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave some feedback.
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It was another day of mindless, easy work. The art store you work at is quite small, as it’s a new business and opened a few months ago, but it’s welcoming. You just needed a job to pay off student loans, and earn extra money for future retail therapy, so you were able to land a job here. From there, you’ve have been working here since day one.
Other than that, you also have your freelance work. It can be tiring, but nonetheless, you enjoy it. Being surrounded by the large variety of art media, materials, and books keeps you motivated to make art, and most importantly, from hating your job.
You were the first and only employee in for the morning, and it could not have been any easier. All you had to do was pack a few orders that were made online and make sure everything was stocked on the shelves. Knowing it would be a quiet morning - as the regular customers come in around afternoon - you decided to get started with the first task of packing orders.
You were taking your time with the task, until you heard the door bell chime. Huh, it’s a bit too early for people coming in, but what the heck. You went to see the person who came in. For the first time in your life, you have never felt so intimidated and confused, until now. The man, who was standing at the front door, was looking around the store, and judging by his face, he already looked lost. Aside from that, his giant, muscular frame caught you off guard, causing you to become so shocked, and slightly scared. How could a guy like him be in a shop like this? Was he just getting into art? You’ve never seen him around before. You approached him and tried to greet him, but to no avail, words failed you - you couldn’t even say a simple hi, how are you? and you were left with your mouth slightly open. Mentally scolding yourself, you were to quick to regain your composure and asked, “Are you alright, sir?”
The man took notice of you, and you took the chance to just absorb his figure in more detail. From his square jaw, blue eyes, and black slick-back hair (and, wow, that thick neck) you had to admit, you thought he was handsome. He must be some wrestler or body-builder. While you were now admiring his build, he cleared his throat, smiled sheepishly then answered in a thick Russian accent, “I was wondering where you keep all the painting materials.” Once again, you had to take a few seconds to register how soothing his voice is. When you get home, you had to give yourself a pep talk on not being easily infatuated. Other than that, he was definitely new here.
You showed the man where the painting supplies are. “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.” You said. In response he replied with, “Of course, thank you.”
You went back to packing the ordered items, finishing up the first one within a few minutes. Nobody came in throughout the morning, leaving you with that man. Speaking of him, while you were taking a look at the next order, you never heard any movement from him. Confused, and convinced that he never left(because you never heard the door bell), you went to see if he was still in the painting aisle. And there he was. Standing exactly where you last left him.
He was looking at the same paints, but he was frowning. Did he not like what the shop was offering? Sure it was small, and not that popular, you made sure that the best were in stock. Perhaps he’s a beginner, and maybe you should offer some advice. Maybe he just can’t decide which brand to choose from. Anyways, you were growing concerned at how indecisive he’s been for the last five minutes.
You didn’t even know whether to leave him be (believing he’ll pick whatever and go) or not. You decided to take the latter. “Uh...uh, sir?” You squeaked. God he looked so intimidating at this state. He blinked then turned his attention to you, then smiled sheepishly. You were able to relax as you thought he probably didn’t want to bother you. “Would you like some help?” You asked. He paused, then smiled and nodded, bashfully. “Yes, please. Uh, very much.”
You came to him and surveyed what paints he was looking at. Racks of oil paint tubes organised by brands from lightest to darkest from around the colour wheel. They were also organised by the amount of paint each had. “I don’t think you no longer have what I’m looking for.” He said, pointing at an empty rack where it was supposed to hold large titanium white paints. It’s a popular item.
Taking another look at him, he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head. Poor guy, you thought, he should’ve asked you instead of standing there and wasting time. “I’ll go look if we have some more. Just wait a moment, if you don’t mind.” You said. He nodded and you left him to go to the storeroom to find if there was more in stock. Luckily, there was.
You came back carrying a whole box of titanium white, worth weighing more you can barely carry. He saw you trying to make it to the counter and rushed towards you to carry the package. “Bozhe moi, you’ll hurt yourself.” He murmured, placing the box on the counter. “Thanks,” You exhaled, regaining your breath. You began to feel sore in your arms, but that didn’t bother you. “Don’t worry about me.” You assured him, but he looked worried. It was thoughtful of him to care, but really, you were fine. So you changed the topic instead.
“We had more, except I haven’t shelved them yet. My bad.” You apologised and opened the box, revealing a fresh supply of clean, large white paint tubes.
“This what you wanted, right?” You asked, to which he nodded in response. “Just two, please.” He added. “Great,” You grabbed the amount he asked for then set the box on the floor, as a reminder to shelve them after you serve this man. “Is there anything else you need? Sometimes I get customers coming back in and it’s kinda embarrassing for them.” You laughed lightly, and he did too. You took note on how... lovely, his laugh was. For a big guy like him, he was so gentle and kind, and that made you want to know more about him. You found him so friendly and approachable.
“No, that is all I want.” He said, bringing you back to reality.
After he paid for the paints and thanked you, he took another view of the store. “This is a very nice shop. I wonder how I’ve never seen this before.” He said, almost to himself. You shrugged, but smiled a little. “It’s still new. We opened a few months ago, but honestly, I don’t think there’s anything special about this place. It’s just another art store.” You realised your mistake of being too honest and thinking that it’s bad for the business. You were just used to having open conversations with customers because you believed that having a mutual relationship with them will make them come back and build a positive reputation. Besides, he didn’t seem to care.
“It’s a good place to open here. I won’t have to travel far anymore.” He joked, and you laughed because it was true for you.
“Yeah, I see where you’re coming from. It can be annoying when you just wanted something small, like paint.” You pointed at the small bag containing the items he purchased.
The two of you spent some more time chatting about art related things from advice, how long you’ve been making art, and sharing favourite art forms. The more you talked to him about these things, you wanted to see his artworks. However, you realised how much time has passed and apologised.
“You must be in a rush, I’m so sorry!” You said as panic started to build up in you. You also realised how much you’ve opened up to this man. Both of you are total strangers, but it was so easy to form a friendship with just one thing in common. You also felt like you could trust him.
He remained calm and patted your shoulder gently. “Nyet, it’s alright. I’m in no hurry, but I should get going though.” He reached out his free hand to you, offering a quick handshake, which you happily take.
“Pardon my terrible manners, I should’ve introduced myself before. I’m Piotr, but Pete may be easier for you.” He grinned. Goodness, his manners were way too far from terrible. He was a true gentleman, and you were growing fond of him.
“Nice to meet you, Piotr,” Your attempt at pronouncing his name made him laugh light heartedly, in a not bad manner. “I’m ________, and it was nice meeting you. I hope you’ll come by again.” You grinned as you let go of his hand.
“I believe I will. I’m starting to think that this might be my new favourite shop. See you again.” He said, then left the store.
From that experience, both of you knew that your friendship will continue to grow from there. Maybe to something more. Thinking about this made you slap yourself. “Get it together, _______, you just met him.” You hissed at yourself. You sighed, because honestly, you couldn’t wait to see him again.
It’s funny how art can literally bring people together.
Prompts: 7,46,47,48 (From the list of sarcastic prompts)
Warnings: Cursing, Mild sexual language?
This was a request for @disneyfreakgeek :D I hope you like this, and I hope it’s what you wanted. Seeing as how you wanted both Colossus and Wade to be involved, I just kinda threw everyone together into one short blurb thing.
It was a fairly normal day at the X-Mansion. Seeing as how it was the weekend, the majority of students within the mansion were outside enjoying the beautiful day or in their rooms enjoying some time away from the hectic life the mansion brought upon them.
It was days like these that Colossus enjoyed training. The training room currently held 3 occupants: Colossus himself, Wade, and Cable. All 3 had been training in hand-to-hand combat for future missions. Sure, they were good already, but it never hurts to change things up a bit and learn some new moves.
SLAM.
“Jesus, Titanium Tits. Take it easy, will ya?!”, Wade huffed out as he picked himself up off the training mat.
“This is how you learn from mistakes, Wade. Try again.”, Colossus encouraged with a small smirk. He genuinely wanted Wade’s combat to improve, but he couldn’t help but enjoy having the opportunity to toss Wade around the room like a ragdoll.
Wade finally got back onto his feet and pretended to wipe dirt off his suit. Colossus watched patiently waiting for his next move, and out of nowhere, Wade decided to bolt towards Colossus while swinging his legs at his head. However, Colossus was not fazed in the slightest. Seeing Wade flying towards him, he slightly stepped to the side and grabbed Wade by the neck.
“Kinky.”, Wade quipped while grabbing onto Colossus’s wrists for support.
Colossus only growled and tossed Wade across the mats once again.
“You know… I love you. Why must you deny my burning love, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”, Wade said while picking himself up once again. Cable only huffed from his seat on the bench he was sitting on. He had come in earlier and already had his time fighting Wade on the mats—obviously amused by the current situation the merc had found himself in. All jokes aside, it was nice for him to see Wade get the ever-loving shit kicked out of him by someone other than himself. He knew it was sadistic, but he also knew that Colossus wouldn’t kill the asshole in the end.
Colossus was about to coax Wade into trying again, but before he could, the sound of the entrance door opening served as a distraction from their fighting.
Y/N walked into the room with her earphones in while humming a tune to herself—clearly unaware that the room was currently occupied by her 3-favourite people. Catching movement in her peripheral vision, she looked up and was clearly shocked to see them all in front of her. Removing her earphones, she smiled brightly towards them. Giving Nathan a small nod and waving at Wade (who was now leaning out from behind Colossus), she decided to make sure she wasn’t interrupting anything.
“Hey guys, I’m not interrupting any male bonding, am I?”, she joked.
“Not at all!”, Colossus boomed happily. He was always happy to see her, it was no secret. The entire mansion made it their mission to get the two of them together, and much to their surprise, it was working. They both had feelings for each other, but unfortunately neither one of them was bold enough to admit it.
“Wanna join us?!”, Wade asked excitedly. “We could use someone who knows her way around kicking some ass.”
“Oh? Are you sure? I don’t want to impose…”
“Maybe that is not a good idea…”, Colossus chimed in. “I do not wish for her to get hurt.”, he added while looking at Wade.
“Are you underestimating her because she’s a woman?”, Wade jabbed playfully.
“Of course not!”
“Then fight her.”
“You know…”, Cable’s voice chimed in from his spot on the bench, “I watched a documentary last night about—”
“You?! A documentary?!”, Wade yelled in fake disbelief. He could see it now. Cable snuggled warm in his bed, laptop blaring a loud documentary that he found on Netflix, and Cable practically drooling like a nerd while watching the screen…
“Yes, asshole. A documentary. Anyway, I won’t get into details, but somewhere in the middle, I specifically remember hearing that “the female of the species is more deadly than the male”. So, I say Y/N here has a pretty fair game against Colossus.”
Colossus was at a loss for words. He didn’t want to fight her. Not because he thought she was incapable, but because he didn’t wish to accidentally harm her. Even in his training with NTW he had accidentally knocked the wind out of her more than once. If that happened now, he would feel guilty for a lifetime…
“I’m game.”, Y/N said excitedly as she walked towards the bench to lay her earphones and water bottle down next to Cable.
“Are you sure…”, Colossus tried to ask her with a convincing tone. He really wanted her to change her mind.
“Positive. I can handle you, big boy.”, she added with a smirk and teasing wink. She was much like Wade in the sense that she loved a good tease. Colossus could feel his face heat up as she walked towards him.
Y/N took her stance from across the room and directed her gaze into his as he got into a fighting position.
“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”, Wade whispered playfully as he slinked around from behind Colossus.
Cable only huffed a laugh at this, and Y/N smirked. She had never fought Colossus before, so he was definitely in for a surprise. Wade already knew how strong she was, and Cable had heard a few things from Wade (although he had never seen her fight before), and needless to say, she was just as strong as Colossus—although she wasn’t as shiny or durable.
“Ready?”, Colossus asked hesitantly from his spot.
“Ready when you are.”, Y/N added playfully as she quirked an eyebrow towards him.
Colossus decided he wanted to close the distance and began heavily walking towards her. He did not want to harm her, so he decided that he would use an old technique to bring her down. Wade liked to call it the “Teddy Bear”. Basically, he would wrap his arms around her form and keep her held long enough to claim a win. However, seeing as she was much quicker than him, he would find this a very difficult task. As he tried multiple times to swing his arms around her, she would often duck and slide away from him. She was playing with him. She hadn’t made contact yet, and she was using her speed as a way of tiring him out before she could land a hit.
“Stop running, мышь.[Mouse]”, he said with a small smirk on his lips. He found it amusing how quick she was. It was also a relief because that meant he wouldn’t need to make contact and risk harming her.
“I can’t help the fact that you’re slow”, she said teasingly as she once again snaked her form away from his hands. “Maybe you should fight dirty?”, she added with a wink from below him, causing him to stop and stare down at her. He swore that if he wasn’t covered in metal, he would be redder than a firetruck.
“You know I can’t do that.”
Seeing him distracted, she knew she had her chance to bring him down. He was flustered and didn’t have a chance to react when he felt her legs wrap around his form. The next thing he knew, his back was hitting the floor with a loud thud, and a light weight was on his chest. Looking up, he saw a set of lustful eyes staring back down at him.
“I can.”, she giggled while slightly grinding down on him.
Colossus couldn’t believe what was happening. As he went to bring his hands up to her sides, she stood abruptly and winked down at him before making her way towards her belongings on the bench. Wade and Cable sat in shock as she picked up her things and made her way to the treadmills, watching her with eyes full of lust as she walked away.
Summary: Just a nice lovely morning with your husband hahaaa... yeah...
Pairing »» Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x Plus size reader
Fandom »» Marvel
Warnings »» Grammar, didn’t have anyone to look over this oops! Fluff and sweet smut.
Tag list »» @thehuntress26
A/N »» All the Russian that I use... I apologize if they are wrong and I'm thinking of starting some taglists thingies so I'll work on that some time this week hopefully.
Myshka - little mouse
Kotyonok - Kitten
Dorogaya - darling
Solnechnyy svet - little sunshine
Moya zhena - my wife
Moya lyubov - my love
This was fun to write, some people asked to make this like a series but when I seen it I was already done so I'm sorry maybe I'll do another one and some other marvel characters 💕💕💕!! I hope you all enjoy!!
The light rain drizzled outside the window from the storm that had passed, beating gently against the glass sounded throughout the room. Birds chirping sweetly as small rays of sun shined through Piotr's blinds, soaking both you. You sighed feeling lips leave light kisses over your belly, running your hands over his broad shoulders as Piotr made his way to place soft kisses on your shoulder as he pulled you over with him placing you on top, you could feel pressure being applied to your wide hips as pulled you further into his lap while shifting back into the headboard and pillows behind him. "Myshka," Piotr gruff voice whispered into your neck, you to softly bit your lip as Piotr places sweet, gentle kisses across your jawline traveling down to your neck making your moan quietly. He wrapped his large arms around your thick waist pulling you into his chest, grazing his free hand up your plump bare thigh hiking it under your shirt.
"You are so soft kotyonok," He mumbles smiling softly pulling away from you, his other hand crept over your plump tummy squeezing you slightly. Seeing the sunlight falling on your body perfectly stole his breath away falling for you all over again causing him to smile brightly.
"What are you staring at love?" You ask wrapping your arms around his neck mirroring his smile. "My little solnechnyy svet," he answered his Russian accent spilling like honey. Hearing those words slip past his lips made your face heat up. "You're such a sweetheart." You replied shyly causing him to chuckle as he ran a hand over your cheek, "Little solnechnyy svet," Piotr repeated tilting your head up placing a soft loving kiss on your lips. You instantly respond by returning his affection, enjoying the cool warm metal against your flush lips.
"Mmm- I crave for moments like this," Piotr mentioned as he pulled away breaking the kiss; always hoping to keep you and your warmth here in bed with him all day whenever he gets the opportunity. You smiled brightly as your eyes met his, "I love you, Piotr." you declared before kissing him again. Piotr hummed tightening his grip on you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him closer into your plump form relishing the warmth of his body as his lips moved against yours, slowly deepening the kiss. "Piotr." You moan out as you shift your body up so you can trail kisses along his jaw. He utters a low, soft groan, a noise you won’t ever get tired of hearing.
"Myshka," Piotr groaned softly again making you smile gripping your hips as you ground your hips into his. You hummed quietly into his neck savoring his warm touches roam over your figure.
His touches continued roaming over your burning skin squeezing and lightly pinching at your plump figure. It seemed almost impossible for this giant man to be a gentle as he was, constantly leaving you breathless. Feeling Piotr's hands dart up the side of your thighs, shooting under your shirt gripping your thick waist pulling you impossibly closer your lightly exposed chest flush against his own cold but warm naked chest causing your small peaks beneath your clothing. Your arms loop around Piotr's thick neck, one of his hands planted firmly on your breast as his eyes watching with gentle lust as you gasp in pleasure feeling his hand graze over your erected pacifier.
"I want you myshka, so very much." He breathes, his voice thick and warm as it puffs against our neck, making you shiver. "Mm, I want you to sugar." You hum feeling his large stiff erection being pushed against your soaked, clothed sex.
"Moya zhena let me take care of you," He says as he flips you over to your back, leaving open mouth kisses between your breasts as he unbuttons your shirt you stole from him, leading down to your thighs. keeping his eyes pinned on you the entire time watching you squirm, heat raging in your core as his lips trail up your inner thigh. You shove yourself to your elbows, unable to back a moan as he nips at your inner thigh watching his slow but steady movements. His hands slide up your legs and his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, which he promptly tugs down you as you shift and wiggle your hips to help him get them off. After successfully getting off your panties you couldn't help whine softly, as Piotr slide his thick tongue between your wet folds.
Piotr focuses on you as he runs his tongue up your slick, blazing core, making you gasp. He smiles and lets his hands curl around your thighs hiking them up and plant them on his shoulders, giving him further access to lap at your needy cunt. His lips sealed over your clit making whine loudly at the tear of pleasure rushing through you. He knows exactly what to do to get you to melt under his touch.
"Piotr -" You gasp as his tongue probes deeper into you another moan leaving your lips. He smirked between you legs enjoying the noises spilling from your lips he knew he was driving you crazy with the way he was gradually lapping your aching cunt. Every squeak, moan, and pant of his name drove him wild, you could tell by the way his grip around your thick thighs tightens from hearing your sweet sounds. Guiding you to your orgasm with each gentle stroke of his tongue relishing the taste of you, Piotr groans into your core sending you over the edge, your back arching off the bed, moaning his name losing yourself in mind-numbing pleasure while his lips latch onto your little bundle of nerves, sucking gently as you ride out your orgasm.
Gasping and puffing, dizzy with delight, "Fuck." You gasp craning your head up giving him a soft smile which he returns. "That was beautiful myshka," He compliments as he kisses his way back up your body, trailing open mouth kisses on your belly, leading up between your breasts. Your hands run up his arms, resting on his shoulders as he towers over you; you whine softly as he runs the tip of his length over your slit, slowly pushing the tip of his cock you groan feeling your walls stretch deliciously as he sheaths himself deeply in you. Your hands instinctively clutch around his shoulders as he rests his head on yours. "That's it, love," You say breathlessly encouraging him, pressing your lips against his neck. "You can move baby, please." You say with need, "You feel wonderful dorogaya" He groans feeling your tight walls squeeze him lightly as he gently rocks into you only to slip out of you completely then slowly pushing back in making you whimper out in pleasure, pushing your plush figure into the mattress below you as he fucks you passionately.
His head is buried against your neck, one of his hands grasps at your thighs and spreads it to allow him more access, while the other lightly grips at the side of your waist. His body brushing against yours over, and, over again as he gentle buries himself deep in you. Your mind fogged over with pure pleasure and delight as you felt yourself start to peak as you pull him closer to you.
"Come for me, moya solnechnyy svet." He mumbles into your ear sending you over the edge, moaning against his neck, howling out his name as another wave of pleasure washes over you leaving you trembling mess. "Pete- Piotr- darling- my love-." You whisper into his ear in between his loving thrusts, "Come for me." You breathe mixing in with soft squeaks of pleasure. Running your hands down his broad back and showering his face in kisses sending him into his own pleasurable high, spilling into you with a hearty groan.
The rain continued to fall, filling the room with a calming atmosphere. As Piotr finished cleaning you up, he climbed back into bed pulling your naked body into his own. Neither of you wanted to leave the bed, neither of you wants to leave each other's brace, just wanting to spend the rest of your lives just like this right here beside each other. It almost felt like a dream, blissfully sweet and endearing. It felt like the entire world had vanished leaving just the two of you, never having to deal with the rest of the world. Safe in each other's arms where no one could hurt you. "I love you, Piotr." You whisper as you cuddle into his arms, "I love you too moya lyubov," Piotr whispered before kissing your nose as you dozed off in his arms.
And now, since many people have told me that they want me to write for him- I am officially opening up requests for him as well:) Like/Reblog/Comment on this post and I will add you to his Taglist!
Request: “I need more of “A Proposition” I loved it so much” + inspired once again by my favorite anon V’s asks (1) (2)
Warnings: smut mentioned (not nearly as bad as last time), swearing
Word Count: 3k
A/N: *softly, as an afterthought* dream symbolism and premonitions, bitch. (this is most likely the last part, unless V or someone else sends me an ask that completely flips my world around)
Part One
Part Two
“Hello.” Hearing his voice surprises me, but in a way I expected it. I can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at him- this is already the second time he’s shown up at my house unannounced, technically an intruder. He’s lucky he forgot to give back my knife.
The visits are beginning to happen like clockwork. It’s been almost a month since the last time I saw him, except strangely, this time he’s alone. I don’t even question why that is.
He smiles- a lopsided grin that could light up half of New York if only he did it more often- and all traces of anger I feel toward him are fading. I smile back, and Piotr kisses the remnants of a scowl from my lips.
You wake up feeling more than a little disappointed. The dream is foggy already, and by the time you make breakfast you can’t recall what happened in it.
You’d caught yourself thinking back on the Russians’ second visit more often than you’d like to admit. More specifically, about Piotr. As his footsteps faded from your room and then you heard your front door shut, you suddenly felt weird about the whole situation.
It was almost as if you wanted him to stay, and that in itself was strange for you. You were used to these types of nights, reveled in them, actually. Yet you wished you knew why you wanted him to spend the night, or how to ask him to, or even if you should in the first place. You’d wasted enough time pondering those questions even though the answers weren’t hidden.
You knew Piotr wasn’t the kind of guy to hold you close and whisper his deepest secrets to you after sex- he’d already made that clear. Even if he was, you didn’t have to be a psychic to predict it wouldn’t have ended well.
He had even more blood on his hands than you, there’s no way that would mix better than oil and water. People like you two- who only did things that benefited them, and who didn’t care how detrimental those things were- didn’t get love affairs.
That didn’t stop you from imagining it, though. Somehow, the hope made the longing worse. But you managed to put him out of your mind, instead spending your waking hours completing new jobs.
You weren’t ready to admit it to yourself yet, but secretly you knew you weren’t going to do business with Vladimir anymore. Your web was already woven too deep, and you had to get out before you got stuck.
When you returned home from your latest business venture, you found a threat. It was from your former employer, and if you had a name for him, you’d use it. But sadly, you didn’t. He was a ghost, and you seemed all too easy to track down.
In plain handwriting, indistinguishable, on a small piece of paper taped to your mirror, read;
The rendezvous need to stop. I was promised Ranskahov’s head. I haven’t received what I’m owed. We’re always watching.
A shiver goes down your spine, and you angrily rip the note from the mirror and toss it in the trash. You didn’t fear him. You weren’t giving him any kind of satisfaction.
There’s a loud knock on your door, and you jump. You hurriedly search for your gun, then remember it’s still in your bag from earlier in the day. The familiar weapon melds into your palm, and you make your way to the door. Cautiously, you look through the peephole.
You’re almost as shocked as you would be if you saw someone with a machine gun; Piotr’s standing there, looking uncertain, almost ready to turn around and leave.
You open the door and let him in, locking it quickly behind him. “Why haven’t you left?” He asks, wringing his hands together.
“What are you talking about?” You ask.
“Did he not tell you?” Piotr questions, searching your eyes. He’s met with only confusion, and he sighs in frustration.
“Of course he fucking didn’t,” Piotr spits out, scowling.
You shrug, shaking your head. You have no idea what he’s talking about. “Vladimir didn’t tell you about the guys watching this building. The ones I killed.”
“The job I was hired to do,” you mention. “To kill Vladimir. They’re watching me.”
He nods. You’re about to yell at him for not telling you sooner, for risking himself to kill them when it’s your problem to deal with. But you don’t. Instead, you pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.
You can feel the tenseness of his form slowly fade, until his hands come up to rest on your back. “Thanks you,” you whisper. It’s been so long since someone cared.
“It’s not safe here,” he states, abruptly moving out of your embrace, words sharp.
The long-awaited words pop out of your mouth, “Stay, then.”
He shakes his head with a chuckle. You feel ashamed you’d asked, of course this was a mistake. “That won’t help. Come to my place,” he offers instead. So you do.
I leave the home I’d formed no attachments to with only a few small bags. My plants would have to be left behind, and the simple furniture and useless decorations. On the kitchen counter, I left a note for the Ghost- that’s what I’ve taken to calling him now- full of challenge and contempt. “Fuck you. You’ll never find me.” Where I would’ve signed my name, I sealed the message with a kiss, my dark lipstick staining the paper. It reminded me of blood. What an omen.
Piotr opens the door for you, letting you walk in first. “Chivalry isn’t dead,” you joke, turning back to raise your eyebrows at him.
You take in the minimal apartment. It wasn’t as messy as you expected, and it wasn’t furnished beyond the necessities. A reminder of the similarities of your lifestyles.
As he helps you set your bags down, you turn to him, putting a hand on his arm. “Please don’t get your hands dirty for me,” you tell him softly. You don’t expect anything from him, you don’t need anything from him.
He smiles slightly, shaking his head. “It doesn’t make a difference anymore.” You know the feeling.
Your hand moves to his neck, thumb rubbing his cheek. “Thank you,” you repeat, not knowing how else to express the sentiment.
“Of course,” he breathes out gruffly.
His head dips down, kissing you as you step closer to him. It feels better than last time. There’s no trace of roughness or anger, and Vladimir isn’t here to fight with him or challenge him.
His hands push up your shirt, then tug at your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him. The thought of money doesn’t even cross your mind as you let him pull your shirt off, then you watch his go next.
The only thing on your mind is him as he leads you to his bedroom. You unclip your bra without a second thought to compensation. You get his belt unbuckled, waiting for him to kick his pants and underwear to the side.
When he sits at the edge of the bed and pulls you to straddle him, you’re glad he came to your apartment. Later, when you’re crying out his name in muffled pants and ragged breaths, you’re not thinking about Vladimir, or his money. Even later still, as Piotr brushes your hair off your face, you realize you’re glad you didn’t.
For a few weeks you stay in Piotr’s apartment, having no other choice. You expect the Ghost’s accomplices are searching high and low for you, you have to assume that.
It was a wonderful few weeks, filled with more orgasms than you could count, and late night talks with Piotr about anything you could think of. Who would’ve thought?
Not leaving the apartment was driving you crazy, though. So to repay Piotr for letting you stay (and also to have something to take your mind off the incessant worry that’s been creeping up on you lately) you’d taken to tidying up and cooking.
This particular night you had a stir fry going, and the food sizzling away in the pan was enough to make your stomach growl. In addition to the wonderful smell drifting through the rooms, Piotr was impatiently waiting for it to be ready.
You’d tried to distract him by showing him the games on your phone, and he was absorbed in Jelly Splash when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes meet, both confused at who it could be and neither wanting to think the worst.
He gets off the bed where you’d been lounging, and holds his palm out to you, telling you to stay in his room. After waiting for what felt like hours in dreadful silence, you hear heavy footsteps come in.
“Can you fucking believe-” The person starts, and you immediately recognize the voice as Vladimir’s.
Your chest tightens. You didn’t plan on explaining this situation to him, and it was obvious that he wouldn’t be happy with it.
Piotr’s voice is uncertain when he replies, “What’s wrong? Why did you come?”
That’s when Vladimir realizes something isn’t right. He notices the dust that usually covers everything is gone, objects and clothes aren’t scattered on the floor, and something is cooking. And it doesn’t smell terrible.
Vladimir tilts his head, scrutinizing Piotr with a mocking smile, “Do you have someone over?”
Piotr anxiously rubs the back of his neck, “Uh-”
Vladimir gets his answer when you pop your head around the corner of the doorjamb, clad in only Piotr’s big flannel. You figure now’s a good a time as any, right?
Vladimir sees you, and instantly gets angry. Piotr’s face falls as he turns around and spots you. Vladimir shoves at Piotr’s shoulder, “How much are you paying her?” Piotr stays silent. “Hm?”
“He’s not paying me anything,” you admit. Vladimir’s eyes flick to yours and he narrows them.
“So you’re just playing house?” He asks, tone biting. You can sense the hurt beneath the anger.
“Not exactly-” You start to explain the Ghost and the threats to him, but he shakes his head.
“Was I asking you?” He spits out, gaze staying on Piotr. You bite your lip, glaring at him.
Piotr just crosses his arms, not knowing what to say. Vladimir looks back at you, shaking his head ever so slightly. He turns to leave, and thinking better of it, swings his arm out and knocks a lamp over.
You both flinch at the smashing sound. “Fucking whore,” is all Vladimir says before he slams the door.
“YOU WERE THE ONE PAYING ME, ASSHOLE!” You shout after him, hoping it’s loud enough for him to hear.
You huff out a breath, tears of anger prickling at the corners of your eyes. You sink to yours knees and start picking up the bigger pieces of the broken lamp quickly. A small shard of the lightbulb grazes your palm, and you let out a frustrated sob. You’re messing up even cleaning up.
Piotr puts his hands under your arms, pulling you up. You hug him tightly, making sure not to let blood drip onto his shirt. This all feels like one big mistake, and there’s way to make it right. It’s like an endless loop of making mistakes to fix the ones before.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Piotr comforts, but all you feel is wrath and now you’re crying and it’s embarrassing and-
“Stop,” Piotr tells you. “It will be alright.” You nod into the crook of his neck, feeling your hair muss up under his chin as you do.
He convinces you to have some of the stirfry you made, and it helps calm you down, but you’re still radiating anger and nerves all night. You fall asleep that night with the words on your tongue, this is all a mistake.
Out of an indescribable cloud of white, Piotr’s world comes into focus. He’s confused at first, but then he sees you. You’re sitting in the beat up leather armchair that’s by his bedroom window. He remembers when he bought it for $25.
You’ve got your legs curled up under you, watching the dusk approach with an intensity he can’t measure. When he focuses behind you, he notices the sun doesn’t look normal. It’s a dark, apocalyptic, burning red, but you’re watching it like it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.
Your hair is pinned up in a way he’s never seen before, and on your head is a crown of plain sticks. Suddenly, you sense his presence and turn to him, a smile on your face.
“C’mere,” you beckon him, patting to the space on the armchair next to you. “Come watch.”
He heeds your command, perching on the arm. “Watch what?”
You ignore his question. “It’ll be better than it looks, I promise.” There’s a giddy excitement apparent in your voice.
“What do you mean?” he asks, confused and not feeling right.
He reaches out, about to place his hand on your shoulder. His fingers meet the exposed skin, and you vanish into thin air in the same instance that his vision goes dark.
The sensation of falling is suddenly all too real, and his stomach flips as fear surges through his veins. Panic is all he feels, all he knows, and all he’ll remember.
Piotr jumps awake, heart pounding. His eyes struggle to adapt to the darkness of the room, but through his curtain he sees the faint orange of the sun’s feeble attempt to rise.
He angrily shoves at his pillow, willing the adrenaline to leave his system. He tries to go back to sleep, but instead of fatigue he’s left with a creeping feeling of dread that won’t leave.
The next morning, you wake up unusually early. You don’t feel like going back to sleep, so you get up to start a cup of tea and maybe read a book. You open the cupboard to grab a mug and a piece of paper falls out.
Your heart immediately starts beating fast. You wonder if Piotr’s the kind of guy to leave love notes, oh, you really hope he is. You turn it over. In the now-familiar scrawl it reads;
We’re always watching.
You put your head in your hands, the thought of tea long gone. What could you possibly do? The Ghost is going to kill you. Maybe if you had the help of the Russians... but Vladimir would never agree to help you.
They could be coming for you right now. The Ghost never gave a time frame for you killing Vladimir, but you’re sure the sand in the hourglass has got to be close to gone by now.
Your thoughts go back to Piotr, sleeping peacefully at the early hour. He didn’t deserve to be caught up in your mess. Now you’ve put him on the hit list by staying here and somehow getting caught.
The thought hits you like an epiphany- I’ve got to leave. As soon as you think it, you’ve already made up your mind. You go back to Piotr’s bedroom, not bothering to be quiet- he can sleep through anything.
You find your bags and start putting clothes back into them. It took some time, they’d slowly started becoming integrated with his. You’d gotten comfortable living with Piotr.
As you’re packing, you wonder where you can go. East Coast is out of the question. I’ve always wanted to see LA. Or maybe Oregon, live a quiet life in a cottage in a coastal forest with a dog, practice being normal again.
Piotr shifts in his sleep, and you freeze. You only relax when he turns over and starts snoring again. You wonder what you’re going to tell Piotr when he wakes up. He’d try to get Vladimir involved again.
You make your way back to the kitchen. You set the Ghost’s note out, and search for a pen. Underneath the Ghost’s writing you scribble;
I’m so sorry.
There’s so much else you want to say, but you don’t know how. If you say it, your heart would break. So you don’t. Leave him to wonder what’s in between the lines, you couldn’t put it in words even if you tried.
I left at 5:17, as the kitchen clock told me, but it’s never right. There was no dramatic I-love-you, no solemn kiss to his cheek. I just spared him a final glance, and left. I almost didn’t think about him as I locked the door on my way out. Sometimes that’s just the way it is; I prefer it. I left the second home I’d known with a bittersweet smile.
Piotr wakes up to the cold bed, the dread still curling around him like wisps of smoke. He calls your name softly, still groggy. He makes his way through the house, panic growing when he can’t find you.
His eyes fall on the note, and he picks it up, reading it quickly. He knows you’ve left, but he still clings to the hope that you’ll come back in a few minutes, or you’ll be laying next to him in bed, waking him up from this terrible dream.
His mind sets about to bringing up all the memories of the last months, even though he doesn’t want to relive them just yet. There’s times where your passion matched the red of the sky in his dream, and nights clouded in a haze of alcohol- all he remembers is your smile and not being able to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
Then there’s 3 a.m.’s blurred by pain, and so much blood as he no longer has to patch himself up. He can’t forget early mornings with his gift of a bouquet of flowers and pancakes made by you.
You were the real ghost. In and out of his life before he could really appreciate it, disappearing on a morning where the fog made it look like you were walking right into the clouds. But it wasn’t a love affair.
