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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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could u do a golden retriever/black cat dynamic with maria or nat, where R is the golden retriever so everyone assumes they’re the bottom, but its actually the complete opposite?
GOLDEN GIRL
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PAIRINGS: Maria Hill x reader
WORD COUNT: 859
WARNINGS: smut, car sex, bottom!reader, subspace, Mommy (M), if yall can’t tell i have mommy and daddy issues with the amount of mommy/daddy kinks i write, innocent!R, fingering, pet play, public sex, cunnilingus, making out, dirtbag!Maria, praise kink, degrading kink, kinda dumbficfation, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MAKE IT BOTTOM!MARIA 😭😭 MY NEXT MARIA FIC WILL MAKE UP FOR IT ANON I PROMISE
“Are you sure about this?” You sat on the woman’s lap, nervous glances being sent each way. Her hand came to your cheek, her thumb rubbing small, gentle circles to ease your fear.
“Of course, my love. I promise you, no one’s going to see us.” The car had tinted windows, blocking anyone’s insight but gifting you the ability to see anyone nearby.
“But my parents-“
“They won’t notice you’re gone, okay? We won’t get caught.” You hesitantly agreed, sucking in a breath as you allowed her to guide your hips against her waist. Her jeans teased your covered cunt, the cold, metal button sending shocks through your body and causing you to whimper. Your grip fell upon her shoulders, your panties being pushed to the side by Maria’s wandering fingers.
“Pinky promise?” She linked her pinky with yours, kissing the tip before doing the same to your lips, leaving you with a goofy grin and cheeks bright red.
“Pinky promise.” You trailed your hands down, asking for permission with your eyes before you dipped your hands beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts and choking out a moan as her thumb pressed against your clit. She smirked, leaning forward as she connected her chapped lips with the skin of your neck, creating a suction that left dark markings along the area, and she knew you’d whine and groan about it later on. If your parents saw, they’d kill her. They never liked her in general, many people don’t, but knowing she was having sex with their child and ruining their sweet doves' innocence would only cause harsher amounts of bile in their throats.
“Did that feel good?” She asked when receiving a loud moan, your lips parting as your hips sped up. Her fingers teased your hole, dipping in and out in anticipation that riled you up.
“Mhm!” You bit your tongue to silence the threatening sound, but she wasn’t having it.
“No, baby, I want to hear you.” You threw your head back, but she slowly eased you forward by your chin, and your gaze soon met her hazy one. The windows began to blur along with your mind, and drool trailed on your lip.
“Awh, has my puppy gone dumb already? I thought you were my smart little mutt, I guess I was wrong.” You shook your head quickly. She hissed as you tugged on her nipples accidentally, but you barely even noticed.
“No, I-I’m ‘mart, Mommy.” She hummed, and you could tell she didn’t believe you. You stuffed your head in her neck, sniffing her sweet scent with a smile.
“Mommy’s dumb pup, huh? Is that what you are, sweetheart?” You sniffled and shook your head once again, whimpering as two fingers slowly eased into you. You mumbled out your denial, but she only chuckled your way.
“Shh, just bounce on Mommy’s fingers.” You did as told, whispering incoherent pleas as she added a third finger. She shushed you every time you tried to speak, insisting you weren’t of the intelligence level to form a functional thought.
“M-Mommy- g’nna…cum.” You told her, earning a pout of her lips in response. She pulled on your hair, forming a ponytail as she did so. Allowing your head to loll back as she kissed her way up to your ear, nibbling softly on the skin as she spoke,
“You better not fucking cum. Only I can give you permission, got that?” You nodded slowly, crying out with a pained sob as she forced you to ride her faster. She repeatedly hit your g-spot, and you could’ve screamed from the large amount of pleasure she gifted you.
“You think you can decide that on your own, hm? You think Mommy doesn’t matter anymore?”
“No, Mommy, I- I didn’t me-mean to-“
“You don’t need Mommy’s help anymore, is that it? Are you suddenly a big girl, you can think on your own?” You fought the coil building in your stomach with hopes of her approval.
“I-I need you, I do! I nee’ yo’ so b-bad, Mommy!” She chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair and interlacing a hand with yours. She slowly eased you off of her, and you whined pitifully as a result. She guided you to rest on the floor, her body towering over yours as she sat in front of you.
“That’s it, good girl.” She dragged out the praise. “Now, get to work, we don’t have all night.” She guided your face to her now bare skin and your lips met her clit in an urgent manner, desperate to feel her cum all over you.
You were unable to notice the camera aiming in your direction, or the crowd erupting out of the doors that you were parked in front of. But she did. She noticed everything, but she denied letting you do the same. But that was okay, you’d do anything she wanted. It was only fair for how well she took care of and protected you. After all, she was your Mommy, she’d go to any extent to keep you safe, and you’d go to any extent to make her as happy as you could.
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mviswidow · 9 months
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sooner or later
Word count: 600
Summary: Maria comes home late again and R has started not to care anymore.
A/N: I’m realizing as I’m getting this ready to post that I didn’t really follow the prompt since it asked for comfort but I’d be willing to do a part 2 to this if that’s something you guys would like to see lmao so sorry. This was also way angstier bc i wanted to make it inspired by Last Kiss by Taylor Swift but decided against it :,)
Maria finished filing her paperwork and took a glance at her watch. 12:48 AM. You were going to kill her. 
She stuffed her belongings in her bag and made her way to the parking garage as quickly as she could, hopping on her motorcycle and driving off to the apartment you shared. 
Her mind was racing. You’d been giving her a hard time lately because of her work hours. You were right to, Maria thought. You deserved better, to have a girlfriend who was actually home and spent time with you. She gritted her teeth and drove faster. Something needed to change. She couldn’t take the look of disappointment on your face whenever she arrived home late from work when you knew she wasn’t coming from a mission. 
There were so many things she could blame. She’d often lose track of time while doing paperwork, she’d take on a larger workload than necessary, and she would always pick up slack from her coworkers. But you didn’t deserve excuses, you deserved for her to be there when you fell asleep, holding you close to her. 
Upon entering the apartment, she found you sleeping on the couch under a blanket in a hoodie of hers. Maria could tell that you’d tried to wait up for her, the tv playing at a low volume, a drink sitting on the coffee table looking near empty.
She chewed the inside of her bottom lip guiltily as she turned off the tv and put the glass in the sink before leaning down to pick you up and take you to bed. 
You stirred awake in her arms, nuzzling against her collarbone, “What time is it?”
Maria looked down at you, “1:09”. She felt you sigh against her.
Your silence made her uneasy. It was much worse than if you’d yelled at her. Silence meant you didn’t have the energy to fight for her to stay anymore. You were starting to accept Maria’s absence.
She was going to lose you sooner or later and it would be her own doing.
Maria set you down in bed and took a cold shower.
Though your eyes were closed and you were comfortably in bed, now that your girlfriend was home, you found it hard to fall back asleep without her beside you. As upset at her as you were, you still missed her. There were many moments the two of you used to share but you rarely spent any time together anymore. 
You resented her for making you feel more like a roommate than her girlfriend. After one too many conversations about her work hours, you’d decided that if you didn’t see a change from her sometime very soon, you wouldn’t be her girlfriend any longer. You had just started to feel optimistic before tonight as she hadn’t stayed late for more than an hour and a half in the past week. You felt like an idiot for believing things would be different.
After her quick shower, Maria changed into sweats and got into bed next to you, looking down at you, seemingly asleep. She combed back the hair that was in your face and felt an uncomfortable tightness in her chest, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, sinking into the bed.
You turned onto your side to face her at that and threw your arm over her midsection. You didn’t answer her. It wasn’t okay, you wanted to tell her, but you didn’t. You were done fighting, and if she wanted to destroy your relationship by deciding that work was more important than you were time and time again, so be it.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months
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Pull Me Out, Bring Me Back ~Maria Hill xFem SignificantOther!Reader
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PSA: Secret Invasion Spoilers!!Maria is gone. And it takes a heavy toll on Reader… But little do you know, Fury has yet another surprise up his sleeve.
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Warnings: Secret Invasion (MCU) Spoilers, angst, death, crying, grief, mourning, implied unnatural life, tampering with death/life, relief, happy endings, etc.
Enjoy (:
You were at the funeral. Her funeral. And you still couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be. Maria couldn’t be… Dead.
But there you stood on the runway, watching as her coffin was brought back into the States. Your lip quivered and you tried to keep yourself together. You couldn’t help the tear that slipped from your eyes. And then another. They just streamed down your face. And you were powerless to stop them. Just like you were powerless to have stopped Maria from dying.
You wanted to yell at the woman. Tell her she wasn’t allowed to leave yet. There was so much that you still had to say. So much time that has been taken from the two of you. It wasn’t fair… Your mind spiraled in this tornado of chaos.
Elizabeth, Maria’s mother, eventually came over to you, embracing you tightly. Her touch anchored you back into reality slightly. You were shaking in the woman’s embrace. She then pulled back, holding you by the shoulders.
“I-I’m so S-sorrry, Eliz—” you stammered in a chocked up manner, but the woman hushed you.
“Don’t be, sweet girl. You were as close, if not closer to Maria, than I was…” she comforted.
“And I promise you, I will find out what happened to our girl…” Elizabeth swore to you.
You took a deep breath and nodded, thanking the woman before she went off. You talked with some other officials and such, attending the after-ceremony, while you saw Maria’s mom talking to a man in the distance.
You spent the next days, weeks in your apartment. Numb. Missing Maria. It was all so overwhelming. The only person you talked to nowadays was Elizabeth. She could somewhat understand your pain…
She’d told you what Fury had told her. The details helped you a little. But you knew that it wasn’t the whole truth… You were barely making it. Everything was day by day, one step at a time… Otherwise, you’d drown from all the grief around you.
Your life didn’t seem worth living without the love of your life..
One day, she dropped by, knocking at your door. You shuffled off the couch and made your way to the door. Opening it, you smiled lightly at the sight of Elizabeth.
“I want to show you something” she said, indicating for you to follow her.
You nodded, quickly excusing yourself o change into a new pair of black leggings and a long sleeved shirt. Then coming along into her car, she drove you out into what seemed to be nothing but land. The woman then stopped at a clearing.
“Where are we?” You asked.
“I… Reached out to Fury. Again. About you. He said he wanted to meet with you.” Elizabeth explained.
“Here?”
Suddenly a light descended in the middle of the clearing. And then there was a bright transport/elevator of some kind standing there. You got out of the car.
“That will take me to Fury…?” You quizzically asked.
The woman nodded.
“Thank you.” You told Elizabeth, before going to the doors of the ship and entering it.
The ship took you up. You held on to a side beam of the vehicle as it accelerated intensely. Moving really high up. You assumed outer space. Then suddenly it stopped. And the doors opened.
You stumbled out of the space pod and into some sort of space base corridor. You rounded the hallway and saw the SWORD logo on the wall. Eventually, you found the control room. And none other than the Nick Fury.
“Ms. L/N, I’ve been expecting you…” Fury cooly stated.
“I… Sir… Sorry, but why am I here…?” You stammered.
The man turned around to face you. His face was layers of masks, but you thought you could detect some… sympathy perhaps…?
“Follow me.” He said, walking out of the room and down the hall.
You nodded and followed the man.
“Elizabeth reached out to me about you, and how you had been taking Maria… being gone…” Fury sighed.
He led you into a room, an observation room with a two way mirror. But the other side was dark. You followed him into the room, closing the door behind him.
“We both thought it would be best if you know the truth…”
Then Fury switched the lights on. The other room lit up. It was very hospital like. And in there, laid Maria. She wasn’t moving. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. There was a monitor next to her, showing stable vitals.
What…?
“Is she…?” You whispered.
“Alive. Thank god.” He breathed out.
You were saved. Life had meaning again..
A wave of relief washed over you. Your life flashed before your eyes, her life with yours flashed before your eyes. Everything made sense again. You couldn’t breathe for a moment, you were getting so chocked up.
“W-why isn’t she… a-awake?” You stammered.
“She’s healing. Had a long recovery…” Fury sighed, “It’s all in here.”
He handed you a file.
“I didn’t just tell you because of what Elizabeth said. I’m telling you because I need someone who can watch her when she wakes up. The last men we used this specific procedure with had side effects…” He explained, indicating to the large file, “Read it. And then stay by her side as she recovers.”
You nodded swiftly.
“I understand…” you muttered, staring at the file.
Fury then left you in the room. You watched him close the door. You sighed, glanced at the brunette in the other room, your heart aching. Then siting down at the desk in the room, you began to read the file from the beginning.
The title read T.A.H.I.T.I. Project…
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gaywalker80085 · 1 year
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Something with bottom Maria hill x top!reader
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Pairing: (Maria Hill x Reader)
Summary: You and Maria get into a fight right before you have to leave for mission. You both work to resolve it when you return.
Genre: Angst, Smut 18+
Warnings: Arguing, Top!Reader, Bottom!Maria, Make up sex, Strap-on (Maria recieving), Oral (Maria recieving)
A/N: I hope this is everything you've ever dreamed of. Sorry for the delay I don't really have a good reason why this took so long. I could not find a good argument topic so I hope this was sufficient.
"God she was just all over you and you didn't even do anything to stop her. Do I not pay enough attention to you is that what this is? I'll tell you what I spend every second I possibly can with you so I don't know what you want me to do." Maria yells at you following you into your shared bedroom.
"She was not all over me Maria we were having a conversation which you were welcome to join." You tell her getting agitated by her accusation.
You two had just been out with some of the team because Carol had just come back from God knows where. She struck up a conversation which you gladly engaged in because you think Carol's a cool person. That's it but no Maria has some outlandish idea that you and Carol were throwing heart eyes at each other.
Maybe Carol was a little touchy on your bicep but that's just how she is. At least you think. After you had been there for only 30 to 45 minutes you felt a tug on the hand Maria was holding so you quickly looked down at her.
"Yes, Baby?" You asked her with gently raised eyebrows. "I want to go." She stated not returning the gentlenes. You didn't want to argue with her so you just said okay and you two left.
The argument still came which led you to right now. "The conversation seemed to be flowing all too well without me." She stated crossing her arms and you turned to face her. "That's not even a good point and you know it." You told her mirroring her position.
"I don't care I just don't want to watch you and your side chick being all buddy buddy." She told you, rolling her eyes. "Maria she is not my 'side chick' I don't have a side chick and you know it so I don't even know why we're having this conversation." You said as you turned to start getting the rest of your things together.
You actually had a suspicion to why this argument is happening. You had a mission coming up that could range from anywhere between 2 and 6 months. The closer you got to it the more these arguments occurred. You could only hope your relationship would hold out through this rough patch so you could talk to Maria about it after the mission.
"We're having this conversation because you don't know how to deny attention from anyone who comes along." She accuses and you've had enough. "Maria I'm not doing this with you I need to get ready." You could see the sadness wash over her face before she quickly wiped it away. "Whatever." She mumbled turning to quickly leave the room.
You weren't happy about the mission either but she wasn't helping. You took a shower and got dressed before checking that you had everything. After you put all of your belongings in the quinjet you went to find your beloved girlfriend. You found her in your shared bed curled up facing away from the door.
You walked over and layed behind her. You wrapped your arms around her which she luckily didn't push away. You placed a few kisses along her neck till you reached her cheek. "I love you baby." You whispered trying to ignore the lump in your throat at her lack of response. You gave her one more kiss and sighed as you stood up. "Well I have to go." You mumbled turning around with your head hung.
The mission lasted 4 months but 3 months in you had to cut contact due to being compromised. You had texted Maria multiple times. Once when you landed the first day telling her you were safe and then I love yous for the first 3 weeks only to get left on read. You gave up but texted Natasha to please keep an eye on her.
Unbeknownst to you Maria was a wreck the whole time you were gone. She didn't know why she wasn't responding but once she realized how stupid she was being she figured you would have wanted to hear from her. The day she found out you had to cut contact she felt like her world stopped.
The team had noticed almost immediately how she was doing but once you cut contact it was getting extremely worrying. She wasn't keeping up on her work, she was so distracted on missions they had to stop sending her on them, and she wouldn't talk pretty much at all. She didn't even give nods of acknowledgment anymore she just walked around like a ghost when she came to get food which just consisted of her coming out once a day binge eating and going back to her room.
After a few weeks of not hearing from you she did start showering and training as normal even doing some of her work but they could tell she was still distant.
She was laying in bed staring at the TV not really paying attention when her bedroom door opened. "I'm not hungry." She said expecting it to be Natasha trying to make her eat dinner.
"Well I guess that's good because I didn't bring any food." She heard a familiar voice say. She immediately sprung up onto her feet just staring at you with tears welling in her eyes. You had small cuts all over your face and arms, she didn't want to think about what could be on the spots she couldn't see. Your head was hung with your eyes just barely meeting hers.
She couldn't believe how guilty you looked despite this whole thing being her fault. "So can I get a hug or what." You lowly tried to joke. That broke her out of her head and she slowly walked around the bed her eyes never moving from your face as if you'd disappear.
Once she got to you she slowly wrapped her arms around you and layed her head on your chest. You layed your head on top of hers and hugged her while trying to hold in your tears. Maria pulled back enough to look you in the face and she reached up to cup your cheek before she burst into tears wrapping both arms around your neck hugging you as tight as she could.
You picked her up and hugged her tight as your 4 months worth of tears came flowing out. She waisted no time in wrapping her legs around your waist. You ignored all your cuts and bruises screaming at you, you didn't want her to stop hugging you until you were in your grave.
She pulled back again once the tears had slowed down. "I missed you so much, I'm so sorry." She said and you reached to hold her cheek. "I missed you too baby it's okay." You told her resisting placing a kiss on her lips knowing once you started you wouldn't stop for the rest of the night. Maybe the next few days.
"It's not okay I was so terrible to you. I didn't even say I love you when you left." She said bursting into more tears and you pushed her head to lay back into the crook of you neck. "It's okay baby I know you were just upset. But I hope you've learned and you won't do it again because I won't lie it sucked."
She pulled back wiping her tears violently shaking her head. "I won't baby I swear I'm so sorry." She said grabbing both sides of your face and giving you a few quick pecks. On the last one you chased her lips to catch them and deepen the kiss.
She moved her hands to the back of your head to grab 2 handfuls of your hair. The kiss was messy and showed just how desperate you were for each other. You moved your arms from around her torso to take a firm hold of her hips.
You wasted no time in walking to the bed and laying her down on it with you hovering over top, her legs never letting go of their hold. Once you physically could not kiss without passing out from lack of oxygen you moved to start leaving marks along her neck. You stared to move down to her breasts but she pulled your head back up to be face to face with you.
She just wanted to look at you and really take in that you were okay when she fully noticed the cuts all over your face. She started tracing them with her fingers meeting your eyes with a concerned look. "I'm okay my love I promise." You told her understanding the silent question. "Are you sure? We can wait until tomorrow for you to get checked out because I know you already skipped debriefing." She said trying to hide her mischievous smile after adding the second part.
You shook your head with wide eyes at that. "No no no, I'm okay. Really I am. Plus you should see the other guy." You told her trying to be convincing. You definitely had a bruised rib. Or 3. But who cares about that when you're darling girlfriend is right infront of you looking good enough to eat as usual.
She laughed and pulled you back down to resume the kiss. You snaked your hands up her shirt running your fingers lightly along her sides just to feel her squirm. You continued the action until you reached her breasts making you extra happy you came in unannounced when you found her with no bra.
You grabbed each of her breasts and she instantaneously let out a soft moan and pushed her hips down wanting more friction when she felt a bulge she was all too familiar with. She pulled away and looked at you quizzically. "Why are you packing." She asked only to see you get a smug look on your face. "You're very predictable princess." You told her while pulling one of your hands out so you could boop her nose.
Her face got a little more pink than it already was and she rolled her eyes looking away from you. You smiled knowing she was a little embarrassed but quickly replaced that feeling when you softly bit the spot you knew drove her crazy and rolled your hips into hers.
She quickly moved her hand to hold your head there and push her hips down harder. You made quick work of flipping you both so she was now sitting on your lap. She couldn't deny the wave of arousal that moved through her at the unintentional display of strength.
You grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she promptly lifted her arms to assist you. You moved to take one of the pink buds into your mouth and tweaking the other with your hand earning you a string of breathy moans. She began to grind her hips down onto you again and you grabbed her sides to assist the action.
You switched sides planning on taking your time but she didn't seem to like that plan. She pulled your hair to make you look at her. "Y/N if you don't start doing something soon I'll do it myself and you'll only be allowed to watch." She told you trying to look stern but you could see her resolve already cracking after a few seconds.
You hummed in response before grabbing her jaw and pulling her forwards until her face was less than an inch from yours while maintaining eye contact. "The only problem with that sweetheart is I don't think you will." Is all what you lowly said against her lips with a smug smirk. You pulled away just a little to watch her expression. You could tell her gears were turning for a second as she glared at you.
She leaned in slowly to softly bite the lobe of your ear and whispered. "Please Daddy." While you were trying to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head she started to roll her hips against you again and pulled back to look up into your eyes. "I missed you I had to take care of myself." You clenched your jaw and slowly nodded knowing she had to have more than this.
She grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head throwing it to the general area of the hamper. She slowly pushed you down until you were laying flat on your back. She leaned down and kissed you slowly. You both were holding off the aggressiveness you craved but you knew it would come in due time.
You found yourself lost in the kiss, soaking in the feeling of her being on you after so long. You're broken out of your trance by the sound of your jeans zipper being pulled down and you feel her smile against your lips when she felt your lips faulter.
She moved down your body to pull your pants and boxers off, taking the time to take off the rest of her clothes as well. You saw her eyes light up at the sight of her favorite strap. She moved to take your length into her mouth and you wouldn't be surprised if your whole body shut down for a second.
She took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked it like it was her 9 to 5. After a minute or two you grabbed her by her jaw and pulled her up to kiss you. She quickly straddled your waist and tried to line herself up with the toy but you didn't feel she was ready for that yet.
You quickly flipped both of you over and she whined at the fact she was denied what she wanted oh so badly. She was about to complain until she felt you settling your head between her legs, holding them both open with a firm grip. You waited until she met your eyes and licked up the length of her cunt.
She let out a guttural moan and laced her hands in your hair so she could start grinding in your face. She was in a rush to chase her high. Half because she just wanted the sweet relief and half because her mind was still set on getting to the object secured to your hips.
You ate her like it was keeping you alive and you felt like it was. All you wanted to do was give her everything she could ever need or want and that's what you were going to do. Just maybe with a little fun of your own.
You could tell she was getting close by her hand gripping your hair even tighter and her hips faltering against your face. You thought about pulling away at the last second but decided against it this time.
She came with a scream of your name, riding out her high. Afterwards she fell limply on the bed but still reached one hand down to pull you up by your chin. You met her lips gently and she let out a light moan when she tasted herself making you smile.
You thought she might be done with how tired she seemed so you went to pull away so you could get a rag to clean her up. Though your plans were changed when you started to pull back and she flipped you both over so she was straddling you.
You layed there with your mouth half open in slight shock. She bent down to give you a long kiss. When she pulled away you tried to chase her lips but she just smiled biting your bottom lip as she sat up. "I wasn't done with you baby." She told you as she started to rock her hips back and forth stabilizing herself with her hands on your chest.
This quickly stopped satisfying her so she reached down to line up the toy with her entrance. She slowly sank herself down mouth agape and eyes closed.
Once you were bottomed out she had to take a few seconds or else she would come right then. Sure she played with herself while you were on your mission but nothing can compare to how it feels when shes with you.
After getting used to the feeling she started bouncing up and down slowly wanting to feel every movement. After a minute of watching her you were now the impatient one. You swiftly grabbed her hips and rolled you both over so she was now under you.
You waisted no time in picking up the pace and thrusting into her at a violent force and speed. Her back immediately arched and she had to tightly grip onto your wrists on either side of her head.
You thrusted into her so hard it had her moving up the bed. You noticed her head about to hit the headboard so you grabbed her waist and crawled back so she was now on the edge of the bed and you were standing.
You used your newfound leverage to relentlessly pound into her now with no sort of escape thanks to the grip you maintained on her hips.
She was a moaning mess the entire time unable to form a single word. You continued to pound into her trying not to get distracted by watching her in awe. Her back arched as she gripped your wrists as hard as she could cuming with a loud moan that bordered on a straight up scream.
You slowly thrusted coaxing her through her high until she put her hand on the bottom of your stomach and you took that as your que to pull out. You quickly ran to get her a rag and came back to gently wipe her off and move her to the top of the bed. You threw on a new pair of boxers and crawled into bed behind her. You put one arm over her waist and the other under her head and across her chest.
You kissed the side of her head "Goodnight baby." You whispered assuming she was asleep. She rolled over to nuzzle her head in the crook of your neck. "I'm happy you're home." She said half asleep.
"Goodnight my love."
A/N sorry it took so long to finish I was just so stuck once I got to a certain point.
@winterstorm311 @rice-wiife @r3dheadenthusiast
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dnvrsmedia · 2 years
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Hear me out. Maria hill making you beg her to fuck you in her office and making you call her commander
HOOOOLLLLLLY 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
okay so i added some dumbification bc i’m a whore for it
Maria calling you into her office but as soon as you walk through the door she’s got a hand on your throat. she used your body to slam the door shut. Her wet and skilled mouth bites up your neck to the spot she knows that makes your knees weak. immediately you start to feel all fuzzy for her. you let out several whimpers, yet you never use your words. you’re too lost in the feeling of her biting, sucking, gripping, and grinding on you. she’s everywhere yet nowhere since she’s not where you need her the most. she pulls back and looks darkly into your eyes before cupping your heat. you let out a loud wantonly moan with no care about who could hear. she loves making you dumb for her. the only thing you can think about is how good she’s making you feel. you need more. you purposefully grind your center into her hand. that doesn’t last very long as she uncups her hand and tisks.
“you gotta beg for it, baby girl.” you whine again, words aren’t coming to your mind.
“does your commander already have you so dumb? you poor thing, not a thought in that head, huh?” she places a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. you lunge forward to try and capture her lips into yours. you almost throw a fit when she moves her head back with s smirk.
“oh my sweet little bunny, didn’t you hear me?” she says with fake pity. “i’m not doing anything until you use that pretty little brain if yours. beg for me.” she grips the hair at the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees. you burry your head into her upper thigh. maria deviously smirks as she sees you physically freeze. she’s strapped. the thought of her wearing her strap to work makes you dizzy.
maria cups your face in her hand and caresses your cheek with her thumb. her thumb passes over your lips before emerging inside your mouth.
“fuck bunny, you look so needy like this. i know you want more, babe. all you have to do is use those words if yours. i know you can do it honey, come one sweetheart. you don’t wanna make your commander wait, isn’t that right baby?” she raises one eyebrow and stares into your soul.
“please” you managed to whimper out pathetically.
maria’s face lights up and she removes her thumb from inside your mouth. she chuckles at you pouting.
“please what?” your thighs clench. you love calling her by her title. she gets so worked up hearing it from you.
“please, commander.” you whine as she smiles wide
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anon lemme smooch you this is such a good concept!!!! i need to make this into a full on fic are you KIDDING MEEE!!!!
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Forever With You´ˎ˗
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pairing(s) - Maria Hill x She Hulk!Reader (she/her pronouns used!)
summary: you get captured and experimented on by Hydra. Maria’s there to help deal with the aftermath and the side effects that come with your green side.
warnings:  torture, needles, cursing, violence, blood, convulsing, manipulation, kidnap, electricity torture? body mutilation!! Just very dark 18+ maybe possibly even one of my darkest fics???
word count: 7540 (WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS THIS SO LONG)
A/N: this is literally so long. Forgive me please. I just loved this fic so much. Also!! I've had this fic idea in my drafts since may??? Like I never had any motivation until I watched the new She-Hulk trailer and I was like “ahhhh shit, i need to really sit my ass down and write it now.” Here it is!! 
Also, I imagined that a lot of the Shield agents were living in a big compound. Almost like the Avengers compound but with a bunch of Shield agents. So, yeah. That’s where we are located. 
And, Bruce is Endgame Bruce where he’s mixed with the Hulk but Infinity War and Endgame never happen here? 
ao3 - masterlist 
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You had met Maria years ago, when you were just a rookie being trained by her. This was before she made her way up the ranks, becoming second in charge. 
You had instantly fallen for her stern, work-oriented mind. However cold-hearted she may have looked, you knew that she had a gooey soft inside and you were desperate to break the walls and get to know her on a deeper level. All of your work friends laughed at your crush but you were determined to ask her out. 
It started off bumpy, your carefree spirited self didn’t help at winning her heart over. You were a stark contrast from what she was. She was methodical and well ordered, you were a pretty happy-go-lucky person. The classic golden retriever and black cat dynamic.
Somehow though, over the years you had broken down her barriers and she had fallen in love with you along the way. You two even got married, hosting a small venue consisting of some family, Fury, a priest, Natasha, Coulson, and Clint along with his family. Lila at that time being your flower girl and Cooper your ring bearer. Laura carrying a little Nathaniel in her body. 
It was quaint and you two had no troubles in the world.
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Right now; however, you were sitting next to a rookie SHIELD agent, hiding in a hallway that put enough distance between you and the Hydra workers. Somewhere secluded and devoid of cameras. This mission was meant to be an easy in and out, retrieve some documents in the main lab of Hydra that they were operating at and run back to the airship before you got caught. That was before you had realized the whole place was full of booby traps and alarms, alerting the Hydra agents of your guys’ unwelcome company. 
“Agent Hill, I think we have been compromised.” You speak into your ear piece, Shield agents on the end of it. “Can you make it back to the airship?” Maria asks, holding a calm facade although you know that she’s probably panicking on the inside.
“Maybe, but the guards are nearing in on us soon, I don’t think there’s enough time.” You respond just as you heard faint sounds of boots running on the solid ground. Voices with thick accents muttering things in ear pieces that you couldn’t understand. 
“Are we going to die? I don’t want to die here like this. I haven’t even told my parents I work at  Shield yet.” The rookie next to you frantically whisper yells at you. He’s clearly freaking out, his breathing coming out rapidly. 
“Kid, I’m going to need you to calm the fuck down. Deep breaths alright. Your loud breathing’s gonna get us all killed.” You say as you grab onto his shoulders staring deep into his eyes. He simply nods and tries to work on his breathing.
“We’re getting Agents ready to head on in if you can’t make it out.” Maria says attempting to get your exact coordinates inside the giant building. 
“No, I have an idea.” You respond to Maria’s call. “The agents won’t make it in time, I’m going to try something.” 
“Try something? No, this is dangerous, just wait for the agents.” Maria says irritated at your words.
“Kid, take this and protect it with your life.” You hand the rookie the journal full of documents and secrets the Hydra workers were keeping. He accepts it and looks at you quizzically. “I’m going to stall for time alright. You need to run out the same exact way we came in. Do not dare stop for a moment,” You say to him in your sternest possible voice. He nods and asks, “What’s going to happen to you though?” 
“I’ll be fine, I was trained by Agent Hill after all.” You say winking at him. “Agent Y/L/N what the hell are you doing? I told you not to try anything.” Maria says.
“Get a head start and start running now. I’ll draw their attention and I’ll be back out in the airship asap.” You say as you pull the guy onto his feet and push him in the direction of the way back. You start counting down from 3 to 1 and after he runs out of your site, you start running in the direction of the agents. 
“Hey! There they are!” A thick russian accent yells and points in your direction as they see a figure run by them. They radio in that they caught the intruder as you start running through the building knocking things down and causing havoc. 
You pull their fire alarms and smash some glass vials onto the floor, spreading papers and documents throughout the hallways as you run around. All of this happening while Maria is yelling in your ear. You’re unsure what she’s saying as you’re too busy focussing on not getting caught but you assume it’s a bunch of her scolding you for your idiotic actions and how much danger you have put yourself in.
Shots start to ring out through the hallways, forcing you to hide out in one of the rooms. You barricade it with a chair, hoping to stall yourself some time before they rammed themselves through the door. 
“Alright, I think the rookies on the airship now. All the documents are there, I made sure to not miss grabbing any of the important ones.” You say out of breath to Maria. “Agent Y/L/N you realize how big of a-” Maria starts but you cut her off.
“Maria, I’ll be alright. They may have rifles but I’ve got a fully loaded pistol and gun firing training taught to me by Clint. Plus, I’ve just stalled you guys time to get your agents in the building.” You say as you pull out your gun and aim it at the door. 
“God you’re-” Maria starts but gets cut off once again as the door starts to bang. Loud shouts of, “She’s in this room,” and “We found her!” are heard through the door. The chair starts shaking as the door starts to get broken into.
Maria yells in your ears to stay calm and to don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you though, you thrived off of risky behavior. You closed the lights and hid behind a cabinet. 
“Alright, in the scenario that your agents are too slow to getting to me. Just know that…I love you. And that, I’m glad you fell for a chaotic mess of a person like me. Just, don’t fall in love with Nat yet. She’s got too much emotional baggage she needs to sort out first.” You whisper into your earpiece chuckling. Maria and Nat were best friends, you would always tease them about their closeness but you knew that they were nothing but friends. 
“You’re right, you’ve always been right. Even now I’m starting to think that maybe you were right about me bringing more than just a pistol to this mission.” You laugh once again. “My greatest accomplishment was getting you to fall in love with me.” You finish off just as the door opens, a loud bang emitting from the door falling and the hinges breaking loose. 
The guys turn on their flashlights and you peek out of your hiding spot shooting at the men in the front causing them to drop. You continue your shootout until you run out of ammo. “Ah shit.” you mutter to yourself as they stop their firing and near in on you. 
“What, what’s happening? Are you okay?” Maria asks as you walk out and away from the cabinet. Your hands in the air in a surrendered pose. The men grab your arms, handcuffing you behind your back and forcing you onto your knees. The man in the front walks up to you, punching you on the face opposite from your earpiece. You groan at the impact. Maria tries to get you to answer her and speak back, to tell her what's happening but deep down she knows it's a lost cause. 
You get punched a couple more times, making blood dribble out of your mouth. Maria flinching everytime a pained yelp comes out of your mouth until the man grabs the earpiece in your ear.
“Seems like there were more people here than we thought.” He says putting the earpiece close to his mouth. He then drops it on the floor, stomping on it, breaking it in one crush. 
“It’s another one of those stinky fucking Shield agents.” The guy says to everyone around him, he grabs his rifle, pointing it at your head. “I smell of pina coladas, may I have you know.” You retort to his comment. 
“You think you’re so smart huh? Don’t make me blast your fucking head off!” He yells out though gritted teeth. You’re about to make another witty remark when an older voice cuts through the crowd. 
“Alright Rumlow, that’s enough.” You both turn your heads to face a man in a lab coat with glasses. “She seems like she’ll make herself very useful, isn’t that right.” He coos at you, holding your chin forcing you to look up into his eyes.
“Sir, what do we do now?” A voice behind the man in the lab coat asks. “Evacuate, quickly. This place has been compromised.” He responds still staring at your eyes intently. 
Your eyebrows furrowed together, anger clearly evident on your face. He leans down to you “Don’t be such a pouty baby, it causes wrinkles.” He says smiling at you. You spit in his face causing him to stand back up with a disgusted yell. “Your breath smells like tuna juice and ass.” You say slyly at him. A small smirk forms on your lips. At your actions, he gets furious. He pulls out a needle filled with liquid. Your eyes widen as you try to shift away but he injects it into your neck causing your eyelids to feel too heavy to keep open. Your body drops to the floor as you black out.
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You wake up on a cold metal table. A bright light shining in front of your face causes you to squint and look away. Your arms and legs are tethered down to each side of the table. 
“It seems like our guest is finally awake.” The same voice that had put you asleep speaks into the intercom. You look at your surroundings, a square room with walls of metal. You are placed in the very center of it, on the wall facing you, there is a one sided mirror. You presume that they’re looking at you through there. That or the camera placed in the corner or the roof. A door is right next to the mirror (you presume that’s the exit). Aside from that, you are left alone with your thoughts and the loud voice of a man.
“Did you creeps undress me?” You say as you look down to your body. Your Shield uniform replaced with a hospital gown-like dress.
“It was merely to ensure you didn’t have anything dangerous on your body.” The loud voice booms through the room again. “What do you want to do with me? If you want me to tell you any secrets, I’m sorry to inform you but I have no answers to any of your questions.” You spit out, your words cold like venom. 
The room goes silent for a while until the door unlocks and the doctor/scientist looking man walks in. Accompanied with him is another man in a lab coat, much younger looking than him, and a man dressed in black who you assume was the man named Rumlow. The younger guy in the lab coat carries a cart of a bunch of surgical tools and needles. You gulp hoping that they wouldn’t have to use any of that on you.
“Now, let’s get down to business shall we?” The old man in the lab coat walks up to you. “You can call me Doctor.” He says looking at you standing in front of your table.
“That’s it? Just, Doctor? Did your parents name you that or did you just decide to be mysterious and name yourself Doctor.” You ask quizzically. “Yes, it’s just Doctor. I just feel as if it is better for you to not know my name.” He mutters to himself as he puts on gloves.
“Wait, Doc. I thought we agreed to my plan first.” Rumlow asks the doctor. “Ah, you’re right. Well, I guess we could start with your idea first.” The doctor responds as he steps back allowing Rumlow to step closer to you. 
“Where did all the documents go?” Rumlow asks waiting no time as they push a button to make it so the table faces towards the ceiling. Your head now above your feet as you are placed in a standing-like position. 
“Well, I’m sure you already know that it’s going to Shield.” You respond nonchalantly. 
“Where is Shield located?” He asks, putting a hand against the table, propping himself up. “How should I know, they’re changing their hideouts every damn day. For all I know they could be in the middle of the pacific ocean.” You chuckle out. 
“Then tell us where the hell your main base is.” He grows more irritated at your calm expression. “Did you not hear what I said earlier? I’m not telling any of you any-” You try to finish your sentence until a strong fist comes in contact with your gut. The surprising contact makes you lunge your head forward, your fists clenching tightly. 
“What-” You were about to curse at him until a hand comes in contact with your face, slapping you. You wince as the slap makes your already bruised face sore once again. “I don’t want to repeat myself, answer us or else you will go through a hell of pain.” He says coldly as he whispers it into your ears. 
“I’d rather die.” You didn’t mean the words you said, you very much love your life but you realized a long time ago that your life matters less than the hundreds of lives that would be affected by your confession to where Shield was located at. 
“Very well then, Doc let’s start some surgery.” He grins menacingly at you as he holds his hands out waiting for the younger guy in the lab coat to come over. Rumlow looks down at the artillery of surgical devices and grabs a scalpel. 
“Tell me where Shield is located and that pretty skin of yours can go unscathed.” He starts to drag the small knife down your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its path. “I’m really starting to hate the smell of old spice and overly masculine cologne.” You say as you stare at Rumlow, his scent of wood and forest making your head nauseous. 
His eyebrows furrow together as he slices a piece of your arm writing out an ‘H’. “Let’s play hangman, everytime you decide not to answer us or to aggravate me, I’ll add an extra letter.” You wince in pain as trickles of blood fall down from the H. 
“This will be a bitch to cover up by a tattoo wouldn’t it be.” You joke as another letter gets added, this time much rougher causing you to yell out in pain. The letter Y is drawn making you realize it’s probably “HYDRA” that he’s going to inscribe on you.
Ideally, you realize you should just close your mouth and not talk at all but you’ve never been one to be serious. You grew up using jokes and humor as a cope and it translated to your everyday manner. That’s what made Maria fall for you in the first place though. Your ability to make her laugh and calm down made her feel safe with you. You two contrasted each other but meshed so well together. She was always the one to bring you back to earth, make you focus on what’s important in times of need. You were the one to make her let her hair down, live life a little looser when she was caught up in too much work.
You smile at the fond memories of you and Maria partying and having fun together. “You smiling at me? You think this is some fucking joke?” Rumlow yells in your face, a bit of his spit landing on your cheek causing you to close your eyes in disgust. He draws up the letter D in a rage filled state. Every cut getting increasingly more painful. Your yelps getting louder as you turn your head away from him. 
“Rumlow, don’t you think we should calm it on the slicing.” The doctor steps in grimacing at the blood flowing from your arm. “No, this bitch thinks everythings a joke. We need to make her talk, make her realize how damn serious we are.” He slaps your face again with his free hand making you open your eyes up and face him. The cool breeze hitting your arms making you groan in agony.
“She’ll die of blood loss before we can even get on with my plan!” The doctor yells at Rumlow taking away the scalpel from him. Your eyes start to droop. The blood spewing out of your arms making your brain too dizzy to stay awake. “Fuck! Don’t faint on me, I still haven’t finished with you yet.” Rumlow says holding onto the collar of your shirt to bring you closer to him. His hands slapping your face back and forth to try and make you regain consciousness. 
“That is not helping!” The doctor says as he gets his assistant to grab Rumlow and hold him back. They force Rumlow to leave but not before he punches a wall yelling out russian curse words.
“Alright, get the stitches and bandages. We need her breathing for our experiment.” The doctor’s voice is the last voice you hear as you once again pass out. This time from the blood loss.
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“They’re gone. The whole place seems to have been evacuated.” An agent says through their ear piece back to Maria. 
“Damn it! Fuck!” Maria yells out as she slams her hands on the table in front of her. All the agents in the room turning their heads to stare wide eyed at her. 
They had never seen their co-director this angry before. Sure, she’s had the occasional angered face and grimace but never has she vocalized it. She’s yelled before but never out in anger, especially by using foul language. She always composed herself before a curse word would slip out. 
“Agent Hill, let’s take a walk.” Director Fury says as he walks up behind her noticing the commotion. He lets her calm down before she turns around and speed walks away from Fury. He catches up to her by a small jog. 
“I think you damn well near scared all of those agents in there shitless.” He says, chuckling to himself. He matches Maria’s walking pace as she walks into the armory room.
“How could you be so calm, let alone LAUGH at this situation? They have Y/N and god knows where the hell she is.” She turns around facing Fury with an angered face that he hadn’t seen before. 
“Coulson is tracking her right now. The chip you placed in her shoes is being traced right now, I’m sure we’ll find her.” He says trying to calm her down. She stomps away opening a locker in the armory room. 
“I have no doubt we’ll find her, it’s just a matter if we find her alive. She could be hurt, or worse!” Maria says frantically as she grabs guns and bullet proof armor. “And what’s your plan, to ride a jet all over the Earth until we find her?” Fury says holding the guns and shoving them back in the locker. 
“You have no idea where she is, you staying here is the best idea until we can actually track her down.” He says holding an arm out over the locker to make it so she can’t open it back up. “We’re all worried, Hill, but right now nothing will be solved with you running around trying to find her when Coulson is already on it.”
For the first time since Maria’s wedding, Fury sees her cry. She held her hands over her eyes trying to stop the flow of tears that fell. Her breathing quickened as she started sobbing. Fury was unsure at what to do, he had never seen his co-director sob before. Sure, the occasional tears that came at marrying her wife but never such sadness was conveyed by Maria. He opted to pat her back soothingly, unsure of whether he should leave and let her have space or to stay and comfort her. Hell, who was he kidding, he’s never had to comfort anyone before. His say it like he means it cold attitude made it so he was never one to have anyone seek comfort in him. Usually it’d be you that Maria confides in but clearly you’re not here right now. 
A couple of agents walk into the armory room laughing and talking until they stop in their tracks noticing their director and co-director in the same room. Fury notices the pair and yells, “Get out!” Effectively making them fearful, their backs turning to run away from the scene.
Fury sighs as he goes and closes the door to the room. Once returning to his original spot he sits down on a bench and starts to talk. “You know, I used to think this was an awful mistake you were making. Going ahead and dating a girl like Agent Y/L/N?” He chuckles out, his hands landing on his thighs. 
“She wasn’t the first agent to make jokes, bad ones at that, but she was the first agent to make you laugh.” Maria chuckles at what he says. Her sobbing now turned into small sniffles. “I remember the day you got shot during the battle against Loki, she was the first to tend your wounds. Maybe that was the most serious I’ve ever seen her be.” He says as he pats the empty space on the bench next to him allowing Maria to take a seat. She accepts his silent offer as she sits down wiping her eyes clean of tears. 
“You know, I’ve grown to like her jokes, it makes this serious job sometimes feel less intimidating. A quick crack of a joke from her makes the atmosphere lighter, reminds us that we’re all still humans with emotional and physical needs.” He says facing her. “I’m glad you chose to marry her in the end.” He cracks a smile. The first genuine smile she’s seen from her Director in a while. Not a smile from laughing or being fake nice, a real smile that curls his lips. He gives Maria one last final pat on the back as he stands up, heading out of the door. 
Just as he reached the door, it opens with an agent running in urgently. Fury is about to yell again until the agent opens his mouth speaking quickly. “Coulson found her. They found where Agent Y/L/N is located!” He says quickly, causing Maria to spring up from her seat. 
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You wake back up to a pinch in your arm vein. You look over to see the doctor injecting a needle filled with green liquid through your arm. You try to move but your whole body was confined down. A piece of tape covering over your mouth as you try to scream out. Nothing but frantic yelps from your throat come out. 
“Alright, that’s the last of it, chap.” The doctor says to you, patting your cheek lightly. You try shaking your head but your forehead is confined by metal to the table too. It’s something straight out of a horror movie. 
The doctor yells something in Russian through the room and a younger Russian voice comes out of the speaker. After a couple seconds, your body starts to convulse. The metal table turning into one giant taser. You widen your eyes as you try to break out of your confinement, nothing working. 
After a couple more seconds, the zapping stops causing you to breath violently through your nose. Teardrops sliding down the side of your eyes. “Why did it not work!” The Russian doctor yells walking closer to you.
“Maybe we should up the dosage?” The voice from the intercom responds as the doctor grabs a much larger needle filled with the same green liquid. “Very well, time for test 2.” He injects the large syringe back into the spot where you were first injected. The pain from the needle is nothing comparable to the pain from the shocks of electricity you just went through. 
The doctor finishes and steps back once again, you notice he stands behind a line of bright yellow tape. Your eyes widen once again, knowing what’s about to happen. “We’re ready.” The doctor yells out. The table frying your insides once again with its electricity. You’re sure you’ve never felt such intense pain before. Your feet and hands wiggle uncontrollably as it is the only things you can move. 
The table stops its mini bolts of lightning once again. Your eyes close shut, tears fully flooding your vision. “Why won’t this work!” The doctor furiously walks towards you again. His hands reach the tape over your mouth, ripping it off. The fresh air hits your face as you open your mouth to gasp.
“Why.” Is all you can mutter to him, your voice too weak to talk. “The real question that should be asked is why do my serums not work on you?” He frantically asks, checking your body for any changes in appearance. “Shield will come for you.” You mutter through gritted teeth. Your eyes bloodshot red with tears. 
The Russian doctor merely laughs at you. “Shield? You’ve been stuck here for weeks, kid. They’ve left you here to die! We saved you, be grateful.” He laughs in front of your face. Your eyes widen. Had they really left you here for weeks? How long have you been out for? The metal prison you’ve been confined to stripped of clocks or ways of telling you how many days it's been. No windows or lights, the only light is the one shining down on you. 
In all reality, it had only been a couple of hours. The doctor knew that destroying your hope could potentially make his chemical concoction work. “They don’t care about you. None of them do. Don’t you think those Avenger friends of yours would be here by now if they actually gave two shits about you?” He says caressing your face causing you to lean away. 
“You’re trying to kill me.” You mutter out as you clench your hands on the metal table. “Oh, this bad boy? Don’t worry about it, it hurts enough to cause pain but not enough to kill you. I mean, sure. Maybe if we left you on it for a prolonged amount of time. But I’m sure you can last 15 seconds on it.” He says smiling as he pulls out another syringe with green liquid. “This is to make you greater than what you already are. You’ll become a superhero. Or, well. In this situation a villain?” He covers your lips back up with the tape. He injects your arm with the same dose of green liquid as before.
“Let’s go again. Test 3.” He walks back to behind his yellow line. You sit there defeated as more tears fall down your face. You knew that still Maria cared about you but you thought that you were too far away for them to track you now. Your thoughts drift off to Maria, hoping that imaging her face would make this ordeal less painful. 
Right as they start shocking you, the door bursts open. Heavily armored Shield agents walked in pointing their guns at the doctor. You hadn’t realized it yet as your body was currently in visceral pain. The only thing you hear are sounds of electricity hitting the table behind you and your muffled screams.
“Oh my god. Someone turn that thing off!” Maria yells seeing you on the table strapped down and convulsing. It had only been 40 seconds that you were on the table but to you, it felt like days.
The zapping finally stops as one of the agents pressed a button from behind the mirror to make it stop. The metal clamps holding your body down release too as Maria runs up to you. Scared to even hold you. Your eyes are barely able to open. The mix of bright lights, intense pain, and yelling from the Shield agents causing all of your senses to flood. Tears flowing out as you sob silently, feeling your body being picked up by one of the stronger, taller Shield agents. You hear Maria saying “Be gentle with her,” as she holds your hand the whole time on your evacuation out of the building.
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It had been two weeks if not nearing three weeks since your torturous confinement. The nightmares had been constant and your once lively self became depressed and tired. Around the two weeks mark you had moved out of Maria’s room opting to sleep in your own room afraid of your nightmares causing her work and everyday performance to suffer. Your lack of conversation to her worried her more than your nightmares. 
You used to tell her everything about your day. From the good things that happened to the shitty things that you had to rant about. Now you confined yourself to your room, only opening the door to accept food that Maria made or ordered. Dr. Cho had checked up on you once a week and everything seemed to be fine. They had said that there was something wrong with your blood but they were taking time to run tests, until then they weren’t sure what was injected in you.
Your body healed, the scars caused by Rumlow were being treated. The only thing that hadn’t been treated was your body mentally. Dr. Cho had offered therapy but you rejected the suggestion multiple times. Thinking that the faster you healed, the faster you would get back to work. You didn’t have time for trivial things like therapy sessions you thought. 
That was until one day, you had a specifically bad nightmare. Phantom pains of the electricity hitting your skin over and over again keeping you awake. Thoughts of Maria and all the other Shield agents leaving you to die on that cold metal table, alone and afraid. Sobs wracked your body and you felt yourself unable to breathe. You were so lost in your panic that you hadn’t noticed the hand coming over your back. You flinched away until you looked up through your blurry eyes noticing Maria. She snuck in your room the moment she heard your loud sobs. Her heart being unable to handle hearing the pain you were in.
She hesitated, afraid of touching you again but you leaned in this time. Welcoming her warmth. Maria freezes until she realizes your muffled cries are covered by her chest. She hugs you, pulling her arms behind your back and holding you close, never wanting to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, occasionally pecking kisses on your forehead.
You mutter out “I’m sorry,” to her over and over again, sorry about waking her up and causing her so much trouble these past weeks. She shushes you replying with “It’s okay,” as she caresses your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back with her other hand.
After your crying had calmed down and all that remained were sniffles, you leaned back. “Can you stay with me tonight?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you held her hands in your own refusing to meet her eyesight. “Of course.” You don’t see it but a smile breaks on Maria’s face, the first time in days that she’s been able to just hold you.
Maria had never been one to fancy cuddling or physical touch. That was until she met you. You were like a koala, always holding onto her. You would find any excuse to hold her hand or give her a kiss. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on your body warmth to fall asleep. Resulting in her cuddling your pillow in hopes of getting some of your scent back. 
“I promise you’re safe with me.” She says as the two of you lie down, your back touching the front of her chest. Maria tightly spoons you whispering I love you’s over and over as you hold her hand in your own. You whisper back an “I love you,” before you fall asleep. Your voice soft but just loud enough for Maria to be able to hear, resulting in a large smile breaking out on her face. 
That night the two of you have the best rest you’ve had in weeks. Content in each other’s arms and comfort.
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When morning came, Maria was the first to wake. Her hardwired sleep schedule of waking up really early in the morning never changed no matter the time she slept at. She decided to call Fury later and tell him that she’s taking time off of work today to just stay in your arms, hoping to enjoy this moment a little longer. 
She cuddled into your neck a little closer as she felt you shift in your sleep. She inhaled your scent, smiling to herself. Oh how she missed the smell of pina colada. It’s only a couple minutes until you wake up, you yawn as you turn your body over, hugging Maria tightly as your head hides under her neck.
“I’ve missed your koala snuggles.” She whispers into your hair, giving it a quick kiss. “And, I’ve missed you most of all.”
You smile at her words, forgetting about all the bad things that have happened to you in the past weeks. “I’m sorry.” You mutter again. She leans back to pull your chin up to meet her eye line, “I thought I told you that it’s all okay and that there’s nothing you should be sorry about.” 
You shake your head as you pull away from her hold. “No, I’m sorry for…everything. For making your life so difficult and then pushing you away. I thought that I’d be less of a burden if you didn’t have to worry about me.” You sit up bringing your knees to your face. 
Maria sits up as well, putting a hand over your back, “You’re never a burden to me. And, I’ll admit that you pushing me away hurt…but I understand that we all have our ways of dealing with things. You don’t have to change immediately but please don’t leave me in the dark again.” She pushes a piece of hair out of your face as you lean up. “Okay.” You respond quietly, smiling back at her. 
Throughout the day you two sat together enjoying each other’s company. No words needing to be exchanged. Maria knew that if you wanted to open up to her about anything, you would’ve. 
It was after dinner time and the Shield agents were having a little movie watch-along. Maria had asked if you wanted to join, saying that it was alright if you weren’t ready yet and that the two of you could spend a night alone together instead. You shook your head and decided to join. You wanted to see your friends again, showing them all that you were okay.
When the two of you joined the living room in the big building, all of your friends ran up to you giving you hugs. You forgot how nice it was to be in the company of others. “We’re watching Tusk today!” A guy comes out of his room holding a dvd.
You’re familiar with that movie. A horror movie about this crazy scientist who kidnapped some reporter and turned him into a seal. 
The whole room goes silent as they awkwardly glance at you. “Well, we could watch a Disney movie instead! Princess and the Frog anyone?” The guy quickly says as he realizes you’ve joined them for movie night.
“No, no. It’s okay, I don’t mind watching Tusk with you guys.” You smile lightly at them. Their curious gazes not sure what to do. They either watch Tusk or risk belittling you buy not watching Tusk. They opt to watch Tusk in the end. 
Throughout the movie Maria’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you curl up in a ball next to her on the couch. You realized that watching Tusk in the end was an awful idea as your mind starts going back to flashbacks of what had happened to you all those weeks ago. 
Your breathing becomes labored just slightly. Not enough for the team to notice but enough for Maria to pick up realizing that something was wrong. “You okay?” She whispers in your ear not wanting to interrupt the movie. “Yeah, I think I had too much soda.” You whisper back, chuckling as you stand up and maneuver through the bodies of people sitting on the floor and legs of people on the couch.
You reach the bathroom in your’s and Maria’s shared room as you hold onto the sink. Your fists clenching the sides of it as you start to breathe heavily. Your mind flashing back to the pain you felt on that table. 
It had been a while since you went to the bathroom, Maria gets up to check up on you. As she walks into the bathroom she notices you breathing heavily. “Y/N/N, are you alright?” She approaches your body. As she attempts to wrap an arm around you, you yell out. Your body going green as your size doubles. Maria stands back seeing you grow so tall, muscles erupting through your arms. Your yells become growls as you run out of the room, breaking a couple walls on your way out from your size. 
You run into the living room grabbing the TV off from its cable and throw it across the room. The agents sitting around stand up and jump away from you. They pull out guns from hidden spots in the room and aim at you ready to shoot.
“Wait!” Maria yells out running after you. “It’s Y/N!” She stands in front of you putting distance from you and the agents. “I don’t care who or what that is, we need to get her to calm down before she breaks more than just a TV.” A voice comes from the hallway. Fury walks out with a pistol in his pajamas.
You roar out and run towards the agents about to attack them as they start firing their guns at you. You put your hands in front of your face, the bullets blocking your vision. Of course, none of the bullets hurt you but you found them extremely annoying. “Call Banner!” Fury yells out to Maria. She immediately runs to grab a phone to call up Bruce Banner. 
You grab one of the agents causing them to scream as you stare at them in anger. Fury then grabs a chair from the dining table and throws it at your head. You turn your back around to face Fury, dropping the agent from your hold.
“Ah shit.” He mutters as he starts running towards the elevator. He makes it in before you and is about to close the door on you when you grab the two sliding doors and push them apart, opening the elevator for you to grab Fury. “Damn!” He yells as you roar into his face. Your grip on him is suffocating. 
Maria sighs and grabs pans and plates from the kitching. She starts throwing them at you, making you follow her as she runs down the stairs. Fury still in your palms yelling at Maria and asking her when Bruce was going to arrive. 
She finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, opening the door and runnin out to the front desk where the night shift receptionist is rightfully stunned at the sight in front of her. 
“Y/N! Drop him! Drop Fury right now!” She yells out as you break the door to the front desk. Maria runs out of kitchenware to throw and grabs pencils from the pencil cup to throw at you much to the receptionist’s annoyance. 
You roar out and drop Fury. You run towards Maria at full speed as she stays put, clenching her eyes as she is prepared to be hit by you. Until you stop and kneel in front of her. Maria opens her eyes to see what had happened. She sees Bruce behind you, a dart shooter in his hand. 
“Elephant tranquilizer!” He yells out showing them his darts. Your body collapses down, your back revealing three darts. “Really?” Maria says in annoyance. “What, worked on me.” He said laughing as he walks over prepared to lift your body up.
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You wake up on a hospital bed. Your arms and legs strapped down as you see someone about to inject a needle into you. “No! Stop!” You scream out, your body shaking in the bed trying to break out of your leather constraints. Your mind wanders back to the torture you went through. Thinking you’ve somehow been captured again or that everything had been one big fever dream. 
“Hey, hey Y/N it’s okay.” You hear the voice of your wife to the left of you. You turn your head and see her putting a hand on your palm trying to comfort you. “It’s okay.” 
You turn your head and see Dr. Cho standing there with a needle in her hand. In the corner of the room Bruce is standing there. “What- What’s happening?” You frantically ask, still trying to remove your hands from the restraints.
“Sorry about tying you up, we weren’t sure if you’d go Hulk on us again.” Maria caresses your face making you turn your head towards her. She quickly makes work removing the leather restraints.
“There, better?” You nod slightly, you’re confused at what they mean. “We’re just going to draw some more blood for testing, I can assure you nothing is in here.” Dr. Cho says as she walks up to you with the empty syringe that’s sizably large. Your body tenses again seeing the needle but a soft hand makes its way onto yours. Clasping it for comfort, instantally easing you out of your anxiety filled state.
“Okay.” You whisper out, barely audible but just loud enough for the women around you to hear. When Cho’s needle gets closer to your skin, you instinctively turn your head to the side. Your eyes meeting Maria’s with a soft smile gracing her lips. “It’ll be alright my love. I won’t let anything harm you again.” She mutters as she leans in for a kiss. Her soft lips connecting with yours makes you forget about the pain of the needle.
“There we go. It’s all over with.” Cho backs up and places the needle away. She grabs a bandaid and covers the tiny hole she poked in your arm in which she drew the blood out of. Bruce walks up to you at the edge of the bed.
“Kid, I think you and I have more things in common now.” He says trying to give you some comfort. You smile at him and say, “Stop calling me that, I’m not a kid.” In response, he shrugs, “You’re still younger than me, definitely still a kid in my eyes.”  
Once they all leave, allowing you and Maria to be on your own. She grabs hold of both of your hands, placing her forehead on yours. Your noses almost touching as you two close your eyes, enjoying this serene moment. “I hurt people, didn't I.” You whisper out, your voice trembling at the end. “I hurt you.” 
“You didn’t hurt me, sure some of our agent friends and maybe Fury are pretty shaken up, but somehow you knew not to squeeze 'em too hard. Almost as if your She-Hulk self still had a moral compass.” She chuckles out, her hands now coming up to your face. 
“So, I guess I really am a Hulk now?” You ask leaning back and looking down at your hands. “Whatever you are, I don’t care. We can go on this journey together.” You smile up at her, so much love is encompassing your heart hearing her say this.
“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you, I would’ve never been able to forgive myself.” You lean in to hug her tightly, not wanting to let go. “You could never hurt me.” She whispers into your neck, hugging you back.
“Should I call Cho to get you back to the compound?” She says her head still comfortably sitting in between your neck. “Can we just stay like this for a while.” You say shaking your head not wanting to let go of her warm body. “Forever if you want.”
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I Need You
Summary: You, a werewolf, knowing full well of your history, did not like the idea of having a mate. Even if it’s what Maria wanted to be.
Pairings: Maria Hill x Werewolf!GN!Reader
Genre: Mostly angst, but some fluffy bits especially at the end :)
Warnings: Assumed dead bodies, assumed mentions of killing, brutal fighting, werewolf shifting, dangerously protective werewolf (of Reader), some late night writing (again, sorry)
Requested: YES/no
Words: 4,122 
A/N: The beginning is good, the middle sucks, the end is great! Also, she’s so prettyyyyyyy😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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“How’re you feeling, Hill?” 
“Fine.” She responded shortly to Natasha’s question, watching her smirk.
“I’ve seen enough of those looks to know you’re not. You got pre-mission jitters or something?” 
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s all it is.” 
Maria had come to Fury the day before, asking if she could lead the new task force he’d put together, just for this one mission. She couldn’t explain anything further than the need to be on it, like she was being pulled by a magnet buried in her bones.
He nodded, accepting her decision, and immediately had Natasha pushed down to deputy leader of the mission. The Widow didn’t mind and accepted her new role since not much had changed - she was above everyone else but Maria, just like normal.
As they landed, Maria’s presence levelled out the pairings and each set marched out to search and destroy as their order. Maria and Natasha scanned through the lower levels first, taking out a few guards before they came to a seemingly empty hall. 
“Wait.” Maria muttered, feeling that pull inside of her chest.
“There’s nothing down here, Hill. Keep it moving.” Natasha egged, wanting to get out of this particular level.
It smelled like death. She’d seen a few bones lying around, human ones, cleaned of any and all flesh. A few leaky pipes had pools beneath them, the drips echoing through the empty halls, whilst lights flickered up and down said halls. Fungus and moss grew on the walls, the only signs of life down there, but Maria couldn’t get rid of the feeling.
“Hill…” Natasha warned her as she took steps towards the only consistent light in the hallway. 
Cells upon cells, cramped with less than livable space, lined up along the walls. It was clear that this level was purely for containment - which didn’t help ease her fears. 
Finally, she came to the door of the largest cell, if it could even be called big, and saw a ball of… white fur? It looked like a cat or a dog as the way its body lay was unique, but it was pure white fur save a few marks of dirt. Once she got a look at the pointed ears and the bushy tail, she smirked.
“It’s… it’s a really big dog.” 
“Are you serious?” Natasha chuckled, moving to her side.
“Can we bring it back? Maybe train it to be our guard dog or something?”
Maria ignored Natasha’s playful questions - the woman was still relatively new to SHIELD - and watched as it shuffled in its sleep. She heard a soft whine and a huff before it relaxed, the new position allowing her to see the difference in the fur.
“Look - it’s been beaten.” Maria cut off Natasha’s rambling, causing the woman to shut up and stare.
“Marks like that come from one weapon and one weapon only - whips with sharp metal knives on the ends. The Red Room called it приносящий ад, or ‘Hell-Bringer’. Those said to have been inflicted by it had their screams silenced by the brain shutting down, only for them to barely come out the other side.” The ex-Widow murmured, looking around to see the weapon on a table with many other torture devices.
She grabbed a knife from her boot and sliced the whip ropes in half, destroying it easily. She walked over to the screen by the door and saw a few words in Russian, her mind translating easily. 
“Do we want it sedated before transfer?” She asked the deputy, who nodded.
Natasha pressed the button named ‘sedation’ and a gas immediately filled the room, the wolf’s form slumping down in its wrapped position. Soon, ventilation started and a green light on the screen indicated that they could open the door. 
Maria stepped inside and walked over slowly before she knelt down, seeing no signs of life other than the rising and falling hide. She placed her hand on top and gasped in her mind at the softness of the fur, but hearing the incoming boots of her agents down the hall made her pull away.
“Let’s go home.” 
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“It’s been three hours - how is it not awake?” 
Maria, Natasha and Fury all stood in front of the reinforced-glass cell they had originally planned for another. But now that the wolf was out of that small HYDRA cell, they could actually see it for what it was. 
As it was carried from the jet, Maria could see the differing shades within the natural light, the HYDRA artificial light giving it a perfectionist look of pure white. Instead, there were patches of light grey fur patterned throughout the coat, the most noticeable parts on the chest area. 
Now, lying in the cell, Maria still felt that pull to it and sighed, confused. 
“Should we give it some food or something? Maybe on a plate or a bowl? That might wake it up.” Natasha offered, the director sending an agent to get some raw meat. 
As they came back with a large bowl that held chunks of meat, along with a set of agents behind them, Fury ordered them to enter and place the bowl near the wolf to coax it awake. The trio watched as the agents walked in, the lead agent holding the bowl shakily until it slipped between their gloves and clattered loudly on the floor. 
Maria watched as the wolf’s ears pricked up slowly.
“Shut it down!” Fury ordered a nearby agent that controlled the door. 
“But sir, our agents!” 
Maria turned to see the wolf standing at six and a half feet, wild eyes focused on the agents’ weapons and not the food beneath. A single paw swiped through three agents, throwing them against the glass.
“Fury!” Maria looked at him, begging for him to open the doors but he shook his head. 
She turned to the door and scanned her pass, entering to see the last agent get kicked violently against the glass, their head cracking loudly beneath their helmet. 
“Hill, what are you doing?!” Fury bellowed, Natasha begging for her to come out, but she ignored them both.
She kept her eyes on the wolf and its erratic movements, paws stomping against the ground whilst its teeth were bared. She took a few steps further and watched the wolf growl lowly, a flurry of agents coming towards the door. 
“Stop!” Maria ordered, looking between them and the wolf.
“Nobody’s gonna hurt you here, wolfie. HYDRA’s gone, we’re SHIELD. We… I’m not going to hurt you.” She held out her hand to the wolf’s snout and neared ever so slowly, waiting for a reaction. 
It seemed to be calming, but a short click made it growl again and step away. She looked around, nobody had moved, but she looked down at her belt and saw the slot of her gun had popped open. 
Damn her hoarding sentimentality, needing to keep her old but first utility belt.
She took her hand away from the wolf’s snout and the growl didn’t stop until the utility belt around her waist fell to the ground, removing her gloves afterwards to show her thin, nimble fingers. 
“See? I’m not gonna hurt you.” She cooed, feeling the pull in her chest strengthen immensely as the wolf pressed its snout to her hand. 
She winced softly and turned her hand around, seeing a cut on her palm before eyeing the knife on her belt, a small tear in its sheath. She held her hand with pressure to stop the bleeding but watched the wolf lie down in front of her, nudging its snout against her palm. 
A soft lick cleaned up the bleeding and Maria watched it calm to a stop, looking down at the wolf. 
“Hiya, big one.”
The push in her chest began to hurt and she felt tears prick her eyes, only for the wolf’s snout to press against her sternum and ease the pain. The wolf pressed further, pushing their head underneath Maria’s vertically before a soft glow came from their fur. 
Skin. Human skin, that began to be revealed from underneath the beautiful fur. She turned to see Natasha already bringing a towel in, her jaw dropping as she saw the human now lying naked on the floor. 
“No… Y-Y/N?” She muttered. 
You opened your eyes and saw the redhead crying in front of you, a familiarity to her guilty eyes hidden behind a mask. You pulled the towel over you and sighed at your tired bones, hissing at the feeling of the cold floor beneath your naked form.
“Can… Can I get some clothes?” You stated in a heavy Romanian accent, making Natasha sprint out of the room to get them.
You looked up at Maria and saw the shock on her face, too tired to do much other than groan a few words sarcastically. “Great. We found Mate.” 
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After Natasha had hidden away with Clint, the archer getting as much information as possible without hurting her feelings, he reported back to Fury. The director had not moved for a few hours, simply watching as you walked around the room in your loose grey long-sleeve, a 3XL from the lost and found, whilst the sweats covering your legs were from Natasha’s personal stash. 
“Sir, they’re HYDRA’s greatest weapon to date, according to Nat. She’s worked in tandem with Y/N, and has also been beaten with them at her side.”
“Do you think they’ll work with us?” Fury asked him.
“Um… I think so? I mean, Nat came and worked with us. I can’t see why Y/N won’t.” Clint replied, looking at you as you sat down in the middle of the cell, picking at your nails. 
“What are they doing now?”
“Every few minutes, they trace the circumference of the cell and then sit back down in the middle.” Fury muttered, concerned for you. 
“It’s a wolf behaviour.” 
The men turned around to see Maria holding a file filled with notes, several photos of wolves and historical recounts. 
“Wolves guard their territory by scatting or urinating the boundaries of it. Since Y/N cannot do either in their human form, simply tracing the cell is enough for a few minutes.” She explained, folding her arms after placing the file down. 
“We should get someone inside to talk with them. What about Romanoff?” 
“She’s out of commission for a few hours.” Clint instantly stated, a protective look in his eyes. 
“Hill, you’re in.” Fury ordered, watching her sigh before she scanned her badge and entered.
As soon as she stepped in, your head perked up from your nails and you tried not to look at her body… but that damned SHIELD suit and the scent she held made it incredibly hard. You admired the fringe hanging to her left and the steel blue eyes hidden within her beautiful face before you coughed on a rumble in your chest. 
*Shut up, you.* 
*You shut up.* Your wolf bickered and you rolled your eyes. 
“What do you want, Deputy Director Hill?” You asked, lying down on the ground because you could and sighing at the cold against the back of your skull. 
“We want you to work with SHIELD.” 
Your head tilted up and she kept her chuckle to herself. “I’m sorry, are you like a subspecies of wolf-human cross breed?”
Maria’s eyebrow quirked up, snickering. “Uh, no - 100% human.”
“Hmm… how odd… Human mates are rare. Documentation puts them at a 0.05% chance.” You muttered.
“Documentation? You mean there’s more of you?” 
“Of course. Werewolves have been around for thousands of years. We’ve existed just as long as you, a few years shorter actually.” 
“And you have this documentation? Can we read it? Do you know if there’s more packs of werewolves? Are you always wolves, always humans, or do you switch between both as you please? Are you deadly to vampires?” 
You were amused that your mate- this deputy director human was fascinated by your culture. 
“Yes; never; yes; I used to prefer switching, but I have been a wolf for three years; and technically yes, but I actually had a few childhood vampire friends, so I hold no hatred to their kind.” 
“Never?” She murmured, watching your eyes narrow.
“You may be my mate, but you nor SHIELD will never get to see our history. That is a sacred privilege.” You growled, your fingernails lengthening into claws. 
“Alright, alright, calm down, Y/N.” Maria asked carefully and watched the claws shoot back in, a painful expression on your face. 
“Did… Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head and turned around, facing your reflection to which Maria leaned to the side to see. 
“What the fuck?!” She scrambled away, seeing a wolf in the reflection instead of you.
“Will you cut it out?! You are such a simp, and we do not need her!” You yelled at your reflection.
*Wrong. Wolf needs Mate. Idiot.* The wolf rolled its eyes with its head.
“You didn’t have to be so rough with it.” You huffed at your wolf before turning to face Maria again, noticing the drained colour of her face.
You sighed slowly. “Look, I have no doubt that you have a feeling in your chest whenever you’re close to me, pulling you towards me - that is the mate bond. It’s the universe’s fucked up way of giving you a literal magnetic attraction to me. I have tried many times to reject it, but Lulani keeps force-shifting to shut me up.” 
“L-Lulani?” She stammered, still lying on the ground. 
She watched as a grey mist fell over your irises before shimmering beautifully, calming her racing heart. “Easy, dragă (dear). Y/N is stupid, but we not same. Me Lulani - wolf of Y/N Lycantor.” Your wolf spoke through you, the words still jumbled. 
“Lulani promises not to reject Mate. Mate is sacred, Mate is for life. But if Mate wishes to reject Lulani and Y/N… Lulani will not stop Mate.”
“Thank you, but can I talk to Y/N again?” 
Your head nodded before the mist over your eyes dissipated, a few blinks of your eyelids disconnecting Maria’s thoughts about how beautiful they were. “Alright, I think that’s enough for today.” 
You stood and helped Maria out of your cell before going back to the centre of it, noticing a dark brown lock of hers on the floor. 
*Lulani, don’t!* 
You quickly stripped yourself of the clothes you’d been gifted before Lulani controlled your shift, nuzzling into the lock of hair. It smelled richly of Maria and your wolf loved it, hating you simultaneously as you weakly fought for control.
*HYDRA make you weak. Lulani control for now.* 
*Please, Lulani, I want to be in my human form. You’ve had control for three years!* 
*Did that for survival. Now, Lulani happy with Mate and want control so Y/N won’t make stupid decisions.* 
You sighed in your mind and sulked within the shelter your wolf had built, unaware of the situation outside. 
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Your eyes jumped up as thick, army-grade boots entered, the bald head of Nick Fury coming into focus. 
“So… who am I talking to?” 
Lulani walked you both over to the pile of clothes and shifted, Fury’s eyes averted as to let you change before you coughed and he turned back.
“Now, you are talking to me.” You stated, smirking as you leaned against the wall. 
“Okay, so - here’s the deal. Hill says she feels a mojo with you, and you said it was like a magnet. Now, why don’t you stick your attitude up your ass and take it like a werewolf? Hmm?” 
You turned away and sulked, only glancing at him to see if he would leave. 
“Human mates are a dangerously low statistic for a reason.” You growled. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. But I don’t really see a situation where that is my problem. But you know what my problem is?” He walked up to you, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
Well, eye. 
“My problem is that my best agent has her heart and her mind fighting each other. So, hotshot; what are you gonna do about it? You gonna break her heart, or are you going to deal with the fact that you have a rare shot at a happy life?” 
You shoved him off of you, but he smirked. “At least I know one of you has made a choice.” 
He walked out, his trenchcoat giving off ‘Severus Snape’ vibes, and you followed him with your eyes to see Maria standing outside, talking to Natasha. You slyly triggered your hearing as you sat down in the middle, knowing that if you opened your eyes they’d be misty again.
“What am I supposed to do, Maria? Do they even remember what we did, who we killed?” 
“Natasha, if they remember and they have a problem with it, then I will talk to them. You’ve improved so much since you left, in every aspect. I’m sure they will see that if you talk.” 
When you relinquished your hearing, you felt a shiver travel up your spine and began to rub your arms for friction.
*Want warm?* Lulani offered.
*Yeah, thanks.* You shifted once you were naked and unlike before, you curled up with your clothes underneath you as a blanket and quick access.
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Maria came in for dinner and watched as Lulani’s tail wagged at the sight of her. “Hey, you.” She grinned, sitting down next to her.
*HI HI HI HI!* 
*Oh my God, you’re so loud. Have you always been this loud?*
*Yes.* 
You rolled your eyes as you kept yourself turned away from seeing Maria (whilst shifting), but you felt a sharp pain in your chest and you turned around when you were done.
Those steel blue eyes held the utmost concern for you.
“Are you alright?” She asked, and you didn’t give a physical or verbal answer.
“Well… are you hungry?” She offered, placing a plate of roast dinner in front of you.
You eyed her casual clothing and she chuckled. “I’m off-duty, if that’s why you’re scanning me.”
She wore a loose tank top and sweats with sneakers, the top allowing you to see her beefy arms. Her hair wasn’t up, but rather down, giving her a sense of beauty you, not Lulani, had not realised. 
“Um… thank you.” You murmured, taking the tray into your lap. 
You ate slowly, watching as Maria simply sat next to you and scrolled through her phone. Once finished, you tucked your cutlery together and placed the tray to the side, looking down as you realised Maria’s knee was touching your own. 
You stretched as an excuse for her to move, watching her chuckle as you made a guttural groan, but her eyes fell to your stomach and that happy smile disappeared, making Lulani upset inside of your mind. 
“Are those…?” She pointed at your now covered abdomen and you froze.
She realised she wasn’t going to get anything from you unless she moved first, so she did. She moved closer and didn’t notice your legs move apart so she could get as close as she wanted. She lifted the hem of the shirt up, her cold fingers making you shiver, until she peeled back enough for her to gasp.
“These… What did they do to you?” She shuddered.
Just like on your wolf’s hide, scars littered your abdomen and lower chest. For once, Maria looked up at you and saw both shame and fear in your eyes. She watched your bottom lip tremble before a silent tear escaped, her thumb reaching out and removing it.
“A face like yours should not be stained with tears.” She murmured, your hypersenses alerting you to how close she was.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered.
“For what?” She asked, genuinely curious. 
“I should have been honest from the start. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, because it was only hurting both of us, and I never want to hurt you.” You started, but her hand on your stomach wasn’t helping.
You lightly put a hand on it, your memories causing your eyes to squeeze shut, and she shushed you lightly. 
“Easy, Y/N/N - I would never hurt you either.” She removed her hand from your stomach but you shook your head.
“I… I need it there. I need…”
“Tell me what you need, love.”
The forged heart resting inside your chest cracked open, running rivers of red through your body before you turned away.
“I need you.” You whimpered.
“Then you shall have me.” 
You opened your eyes for a brief moment before a surge of confidence flew through you, grabbing her cheeks lightly (for you) as you kissed her passionately. You felt the mate bond lock inside of your soul, neither of you wanting to reject the other because you needed each other. 
You pulled away when you felt her hand against your stomach press, her breathing heavy as her forehead rested against yours.
“That was…ama-”
“That was what you needed.” She interrupted you.
“That was the reassurance you needed, that I wouldn’t leave or reject you. This feels early, but I blame the mate bond - I love you, Y/N Lycantor.”
Tears sprung to your eyes. “I love you too, Maria Hill.” 
You watched her relax before standing up, giving a thumbs up to the cameras as the doors opened. She took your hand and guided you through the halls until you came to a private sector with her name on the door. 
“Agent Maria Hill, with new, permanent resident Y/N Lycantor.” She stated into the microphone by the screen before the door opened, revealing her private area of a bedroom, ensuite, small kitchen and living room. 
The door closed behind you both and you were once more dragged further into the area - precisely, the bedroom. You took in the decorations of photos, consisting of some party shots and wild missions. 
She lay down on the bed and patted her chest, watching you roll your eyes before you climbed on top of her. 
“Are you sure? Werewolves are denser than humans-”
She pulled you on top of her and you were the one to release a short ‘oof’ at the strength she held. Instantly, the close proximity made that guttural groan come out, but stayed as a soft purr.
“Does someone like me?” Maria teased you, watching you shy away and blush.
She flipped you over to the side of her and flipped herself so that you were lying on your back next to her whilst she lay on her stomach. She shifted down a bit and her arm curled against her chest, lifting the large shirt to see your scars once more.
“M-Mari-”
You were always self-conscious of your scars. You've been told countless times at HYDRA of how they made you ugly and imperfect, and it eventually got drilled into your brain. But what Maria did surprised you the most.
She kissed them.
She kissed each and every one, trailing her fingers over the ones she had to move to get to, but the ones right by her lips she kissed with such love that you had wondered why you ever thought the mate bond was a bad idea. 
A short yawn expelled from her lungs and she smacked her lips together, snuggling against you before she sighed in relief. “My Y/N.”
You snaked your hand down her back and lightly swirled some mindless patterns, watching as she fell asleep whilst your wolf was finally at peace.
You, Y/N, were whole.
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scarlet-daisy · 9 months
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lost to the fire | maria hill
spoilers for secret invasion episode one!!!
(oneshot)
tw: main character death, cannon level violence, written in my grief, a terrible rewrite of the scene that broke my heart… but make it x reader, use of y/n.
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your heart was racing as you rounded the corner, so close to apprehending the skrull that carried one of the bags g’iah had marked.
“maria, i’ve got eyes on the bag headed north.” you said into your comms, waiting for her response.
“maria?” you tried again.
you managed to tackle the skrull to the ground, stepping on their stomach as you pulled the bag from their surprisingly weak grasp.
“hill, answer me!” you started making your way towards where she was supposed to be, but instead a skrull with her face stood there menacingly, shifting forms every few seconds and then pausing, holding up the detonator.
you took the time to truly feel the bag. realizing it was a decoy, you chucked the bag to the ground and backed away from the skrull.
“it- decoy- g- out- f’there!” maria’s voice crackled through the comms as you ran away from the buildings.
you spotted maria across the street, running as quick as you could towards her as the bomb went off, building after building bursting into flames behind you.
“hill!”
fury walked closer to maria and as she went to speak, he fired his gun.
it felt as if the bullet had pierced you, all the air leaving your lungs at the sight of maria clutching her stomach, sputtering and coughing as she collapsed to the ground.
you pulled your own gun, ready to shoot fury but another explosion rang out from the other set of buildings nearby.
when the smoke cleared, fury was gone and instead gravik stood there with a grin.
the real fury was running up behind you, also raising his gun but it was too late. all the commotion from the citizens running away had made it easy for gravik to get away.
you knelt down next to maria, pulling her head into your lap as you fought back your tears. you wouldn’t let the last thing she sees, be you crying.
“i love you” she smiled softly at you, letting out a puff of air that sounded like a laugh. “should’ve told you sooner.”
“i love you, maria. i love you” you replied, giving her a sad smile.
her eyes began to flutter shut.
fury knelt down next to the two of you. at his presence, her eyes opened again and she clutched on to his arms, coughing up blood before murmuring.
“you.”
she took a few more shaky breaths before her body went limp. “no. maria, wake up. okay? you’re not dying on me.” you sobbed, hands shaking as you cupped her cheek.
you’d never seen fury so frozen in shock. he stared down at her, praying she’d turn into a skrull but after a moment nothing changed.
“we have to go, l/n.” he looked to you.
“we can’t leave her! i cant leave her!” you shouted over the chaos.
a third explosion went off, causing fury to take drastic measures. he knew you wouldn’t leave her side even if it killed you.
he grabbed your arm and pulled you away, the only thing you could feel or care about was the loss and heartbreak.
all you could hear was the ringing in your ears from the explosions and the seven words maria had said to you.
“i love you. should’ve told you sooner.”
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romanoffsbish · 3 days
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The Understudy
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
“Natasha x F!R”
Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill
Warnings: Jealousy | Yandere—Attempted Murder (if you squint) | Mutual Pinning (Simping)
Smut: Mommy (W) | d/s | Tribbing | Oral / Cum-Strap (R) | Overstimulation | 🤏🏼 Breeding | Masturbation (W) | KO | Soft Aftercare | Cockwarming
Natasha was a charismatic woman—sure, yet you found yourself enraptured by her gorgeous understudy—Wanda. | WC: 6,945
Request: “anything about jealous top!wanda and just having her way with fem reader sounds good to me” | College AU
I am so sorry it took so long @wandagcre 😩
18+ | Minors DNI
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Wanda let a harsh breath leave her as she glared up to see as Natasha circled you like a hawk and if not for the sake of her credibility around campus with the faculty she wouldn't have let the other woman grip you by the hips and pull you in. The both of you wore wide grins as Natasha's nose nudged yours, pushing your face to the side as she gently cupped your cheeks, Wanda was rather close to combusting at the intended next move.
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“Cut!"
The moment your professor called out the command you separated from your cast mate with a softer smile. Yet Wanda's jealousy didn't simmer, relief far away when the redhead still kept your attention on her.
Natasha pulled you back in, but only for a friendly hug.
"I just wanted to say, thanks for trusting me Y/N/N."
"It's easy to do," you giggled and squeezed her tight, then you parted ways and went to collect your bags.
There was a tension in the air as you prepared to leave that you didn't quite understand, so you sought it out. After glancing around the room for a moment you saw the source—Wanda Maximoff, Natasha's understudy with her eyes angrily cast upon the Russian's face.
She's also the unobtainable woman of your dreams, or so you deemed as you'd yet to approach her with more than a bit of shop talk. Normally the brunette would carry the interaction and nine times out of ten it was perfectly pleasant. However, Wanda always seemed standoffish when you weren't alone, which made you think that maybe she didn't want people to see you two as anything more than potential on stage partners.
Oh what a fool you were, because as you hurriedly waltzed out of the auditorium you avoided her stare that had shifted over to you—a longing glance that lingered long after the large oak doors shut behind you.
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A week had come and gone, the show was not far off and it was coming together nicely. You and Natasha practiced your lines religiously and kept the bond between you both strong for the sake of chemistry and your overall grade as this show would be your final. In return, a beautiful friendship had been forged and you were more than grateful for the expanded circle.
All that stood in your way was the darn kiss, your heart not only yearned for another, but Natasha's had one which only seemed to make you more nervous.
You'd recently met her girlfriend, Maria Hill, when you went to their dorm to go over the script two weeks ago.
It was a bit intimidating, but when she offered you a chocolate chip cookie and help on your homework you knew she was the perfect partner for your new friend.
Natasha dreamed of making it big, and to do that she'd need a partner who understood that intimate scenes were just a part of the job, not a slight against her.
The woman even gave you her blessing last night with a warm smile, "I trust you." That alone had eased most tension you had left for the show; you were ready.
Today was the play's opening day, the set pieces were complete and the scenes ran to perfection. Besides the kiss, the both of you only ever got close to sharing a passionate lip-lock for the sake of show business. It was however not too necessary until today to share it.
When you walked onto stage you skipped over to the redhead who was casually reading out of a textbook.
"Hey Tasha," you greeted, the redhead peered up as she mindlessly closed the book to see your smile. It was adorable how nervous you were honestly, the kiss was only a blip in the play—lasting less than ten seconds.
This is a PG-13 university production after all.
"Hey honey," she greeted, tone sweet as can be in an attempt to ease your tense shoulders and it worked.
For the most part anyways. "A-are you ready?"
Natasha smiled, "I am," then sighed, "but, are you?"
You nodded unconvincingly and she stood to her feet so that she could approach you, her hand cupped your cheek as she stared into your eyes. "Follow my lead."
A nervous smile was all you offered the woman who moved in even closer, her warm breath on your cheek felt rather comforting. "We don't even have to kiss, all we have to do is make the audience believe it happens."
"I don't want to disappoint people," you muttered with a nervous conviction and the redhead chuckled softly. "No one will leave knowing, I'm an amazing actress."
You giggled and Natasha beamed knowing that she'd at least calmed a bit of your nerves. To the both of you it was obvious that her touch was meant to make you ease into the concept of the intimacy, but to onlookers it would almost present as an act of personal affection.
The redhead waited for you to make a move, but it was not something you had time for as you quickly realized that the prop above your heads was teetering in the air.
Wanda had been stood behind the red draped curtain fuming, her hand reflexively wrapped around the string that suspended the hefty prop above Nat's head. There was no conscious intent when she yanked down, it was purely reflexive as she watched you two practice.
It was all you could do to yank the woman out of the line of impact before the piece shattered on the stage.
"Holy shit Nat," you squealed, "that was a close call!"
"Yeah," the redhead hardly acknowledged you, eyes too focused in on the blur of familiar black and red hues weaving between the curtains. "Are you okay Nat?"
No, she most definitely was not, but she'd pretend.
The redhead internally rolled her eyes, but pressed on as if the freak accident wasn't premeditated. To your face at least, because not even ten minutes later—after she convinced you all was well did she go find the perp.
"Maximoff," she growled as she found the woman in her usual spot, "I am not an oblivious idiot like Y/N."
Natasha cringed at her own words, it wasn't right to diss you but to be fair, she just nearly lost her head.
"I haven't a clue what you are going on about," she chirped bitterly, not even remotely covering her big feelings. "How unkind you are to poor Y/N though."
"Y/N and I have a fine working relationship," she immediately set the woman straight, "She's a sweet person and if you stopped being so broody maybe you could be the one she hangs out with after practices."
"I'm just the understudy," she reminded Natasha, who rolled her eyes in frustration at her petty behavior.
"You need to let it go Wanda," she groaned, "I am the theater major, you are only taking this for an elective."
Wanda stood and whisper shouted, "I want it more!"
"No," Natasha corrected as she stepped to her, a clear sign she wasn't afraid of the brunette with the raging anger problems. "You want Y/N more, which is 100% by the way because all she is to me is a friend!"
"I see the way you look at her," Wanda sneered.
"That's because it is my job, Wanda," Natasha scoffed in genuine offense before adding, "I have Maria."
Wanda glared inquisitively, "Who the hell is Maria?"
"My girlfriend since freshman year of high school."
"Oh."
Natasha chuckled agitatedly, "Yeah, so if you could refrain from trying to kill me again I'd appreciate it very much. I've planned to live a long life with her."
"I," Wanda was honestly stunned into silence. "It was an accident—but originally, I wasn't really sorry."
"At least you're honest," Natasha chuckled amusedly. "Don't confuse this moment Maximoff," the redhead continued, "I might not be a threat but you know as well as I do that Y/N is a catch—don't drag your feet."
"I know, but I can't talk to her about anything other than this stupid class," Wanda admitted in lieu of her masked pride faltering. "She's just so pretty, and soft, it's like I lose the ability to form thoughts around her."
"Pretty things are meant to be taken and cherished," the Russian teased, smile fond as she remembered what it's like to fall in love for the first time; Natasha wanted that for you too. "Trust me Wanda, Y/N is easy to talk to and I hypothesize she would be thrilled if you did, maybe try your luck tonight at the after party."
Natasha playfully acted out taking a shot as she winked at the up until now, sapphic disaster, then she swiftly left the room to let her ponder. When she returned to the stage she found you yelling at the stagehands. She shook her head in amusement then made her way over to save the poor students from your misguided wrath...
When you calmed down you found yourself hidden away in your dressing room staring at your reflection. There was this unspoken tension in the air once again and it made you feel queasy. It was hard for you to tell if it was first night jitters or something else entirely.
Deep down you knew it was an unwarranted sadness, one that you associated with the fact that the course would be over after this weekends line up of shows and you'd yet to find the courage to truly speak to Wanda.
"Hey, did you understand the acting prompt," and "That was a weird film to show a class full of women," were not effective ways to speak with your crush.
You knew that, but every time you built up the courage to ask her if she wanted to hang out you remembered the way she looked at you whenever you were around others. A loud sigh left you at the painful reminder that nearly made you miss the faint knock at your door.
"Come in," you meekly called out as you stood up to face whomever it was. Wanda quietly closed your door and walked into the room with a forced confidence.
"Oh, hey Wanda," you chuckled nervously, "Is Nat ok?"
You weren't sure why you asked that in greeting, but it's also not rocket science since she's her understudy. The question wasn't meant to offend either but it did as Wanda considered the possibility that she didn't have a chance with you, but then you gave her a soft smile and she remembered why she was here in the first place.
"She's fine," she politely replied, then she took a step closer and wordlessly returned your smile. You tilted your head slightly and she understood. "I just wanted to come by and wish you luck, though we both know you aren't going to need it. You're a rockstar onstage."
Wanda found amusement in the way your eyes avoided looking into her own momentarily. Once you finally found the courage to look into hers your smile had softened, which had the same effect on her heart.
"Th-thanks Wanda," you stuttered and so she got the confirmation that Natasha basically gave her earlier without exactly saying it. You liked her just the same, something she caught as your eyes fell to her lips, it was brief but obvious enough to fill her with glee.
The woman giggled and leaned forward to place a seemingly friendly kiss, to you, on your cheek. "Break a leg out there sweetheart, I'll see you later at the party."
As soon as she left the room you fell back into your chair with a wide grin and giggled, a hand on the cheek where you could still feel a damp warmth from her lips.
The nerves in your body had all but vanished, so when you were called to the stage an hour later you strutted onto the platform with confidence and it showed in the way you acted every scene to perfection. Even the kiss.
Natasha and you shared a sweet kiss, one that you let her lead as she had the natural acting chops. It was honestly terrible since all you could imagine as her lips moved against yours was what Wanda's would be like.
Your friend's lips tasted like cherry chapstick with faint hints of nicotine that you planned to admonish her for later on after the show. There was perceivable heat to it but the truth was it was void of any genuine passion.
When the two of you parted there was a sweet smile on your lips to mirror the sentiment of your characters, and it only grew wider when you saw Wanda watching. There was something special about the way she looked at you, with a tight smile but a warmth still remained.
For the first time this whole semester you felt hopeful.
At the party you were the focus of everyone's attention, loud cheers and genuine accolades met you at every corner in partner with Natasha's. The redhead took it all with a wide smile and thanks, but you however did not have the courage to be so proud. Your friend did her best to take the attention, seeing you look so shy.
When the chance to break away presented itself you took it, heading to the kitchen where you found an array of substances. Just as you reached out for a packed joint you felt a large, soft hand on yours.
"Oh," you chuckled awkwardly, "you can have it."
"We could share," a raspy voice proposed, her hand fell to your hip without request and you slightly stiffened. "You were amazing tonight Y/N, so let's celebrate."
The woman's words made you feel unhappily queasy. "I-I, um," you began to stutter, unsure how to tell this stranger that you wanted to celebrate with another.
"My room is upstairs," she cluelessly teased, as if your stance alone wasn't uncomfortable. "Move on Santos."
Wanda internally beamed when she saw you turn to her with a beyond grateful gaze, the shift breaking you free from the strangers hold and subconsciously closer to her. The horny blonde however wasn't open to being cockblocked so she turned as well and moved closer until their chests brushed. "Last I checked I don't take orders from you, Maxipad, so how about you move on."
Wanda's head tilted dangerously and you felt a flutter of joy in your chest, as well as desire between your legs. The woman caught sight of your thighs clamping and smirked triumphantly, "How about we ask Y/N?"
Your eyes widened, but your lips obediently opened as Wanda seemed to not shy away from you in public.
"What's your name?" The blonde deflated, "Raya."
"It's nice to meet you Raya," you lied with a friendly smile, "But I promised to meet Wanda at the party."
"Well, you heard her," Wanda boasted, her hand reached out and took the blunt from your fingers and smugly handed it over to the blonde in obvious pity.
The moment Raya departed you felt a ringed hand in yours, and you latched on eagerly, letting her guide you through the crowd and up the stairs to an empty room.
As if the universe deemed your dreams worth reality you felt her hands grip your hips and lips catch yours. Wanda decided since talking wasn't her strong suit that she'd start by giving into her urges first. The moment was nothing but carnal, her bare knee slid between your thighs and pressed against your core.
With elegance in her every movement she guided you over to the bed and pressed into you deeper, your thinly veiled pussy rubbed against her skin and you mewled so harshly your swollen lips had to separate.
"Wan-," the redhead shushed you with a gentle peck of her lips that reassured your nervous heart. Alongside her eyes that were full of a warmth that told you this wasn't going to be a once off itch to scratch. "Mommy needs you to stop thinking detka, let me help you."
Amusement tickled in Wanda's throat at the pliant nod you gave, adoration in her heart as your eyes glazed over and body melted further into the mattress. The glare in her eyes reminded you to speak, "please."
The permission left your lips in a breathless whine and so the redheads hands slid beneath your dress that she apparently already bunched at your hips, the cold of her fingers as they tauntingly trailed over your skin made you gasp. "I've been waiting for you to say it," she interrupted your moment of shock with words that brought an adorable pout to your lips. Wanda chuckled as she watched the curiosity fade beneath the surface of your lust as her thumbs brushed over your nipples.
It was embarrassing the way she reduced you into a wordless mess, her knee a contributing factor until she abruptly pulled it away. Viridescent eyes that were reminiscent of obsidian stones, in their active state of lust, stared down at you with a warning not to whine. Wanda beamed at your understanding and rewarded you with her lips back on yours for a fleeting moment.
A sloppy kiss to your jaw, hands roaming over your body, a goddess straddling your waist in a skirt that was much too short for her intentions for tonight to have been anything but what it already was; sinful.
You were somehow expected to remain cognizant, it was a ludicrous notion, so you didn't, all you could do was move just as she asked of you until you were moaning beneath her as her core brushed over yours.
The motion was repeated, a shiver ran down your spine at the sound of her pleasure that loudly followed up yours, it was a sound you never wanted to lose. Her movements picked up, a bare pussy against a covered one and you wanted to scream at the unfair advantage she had over you as her moans overshadowed yours.
Wanda admired your innate understanding to not touch without permission, the way you kept your fidgeting hands at the top of the mattress made her decide to reward you with even more stimulation. Especially since it was mostly her feeling pleasure as she'd yet to remove an article of clothing from you. So in a blur of erratic movements you found yourself in a more exposed state, cold air brushed over your sweaty body as your dress was haphazardly tossed aside. "Oh," Wanda hummed, "so much prettier than I dreamed."
Dreamed. The erratic beating of your heart against your ribcage actually lessened as you heard her admit to having thought about you like this before, her words from before began to make sense now too. Suddenly you were closer to the edge, a bright smile adorned your face fleetingly as you felt the delicious coiling of pleasure in your abdomen. Only to be made better as Wanda's plump lips wrapped around your nipple.
A loud cry left you when the fabric of your panties delicately stimulated your clit, "mommy please." The honorific left your lips easily, it clearly wasn't a trained response to her prior claim to it, but a natural reaction. Wanda bit into the plush flesh of your breast, arousal clear as you felt it seeping into your drenched panties.
Wanda rasped, "Wanna cum with mommy?" The smirk she wore went unnoticed by you, with the crossed eyes and agape mouth that muttered out a strangled, 'yes' as she peered up from your heaving chest. If she was possessive before it wasn't noticeable to you, but all the little moments—like the glares she sent Nat's way, now made sense as she spoke. "Tell me who you belong to," she requested this with a bite to her tone that matched the darkness in her eyes. Her teeth scraped up from the sensitive skin between your breasts to your throat.
There was no hesitation in you to reply, "mommy."
Wanda sped up her hips and started to suck harshly on nearly every inch of skin she could, intent obvious as she set out to prove your words correct. "Let go detka," she purred before her teeth sunk into your shoulder, her determined hips stuttered, the both of you writhed in tandem and the brunette pressed into you harder.
While you gasped for air the Sokovian smiled, her own breathing labored but not nearly as bad as yours. A sense of accomplishment washed over her, remaining for a sweet moment before she craved more of you. You blearily whimpered at the insinuation of her lips as they moved down your tense body, harsh love bites and soft kisses left behind—usually one after the other.
Her ministrations more than enough to have you squirming in anticipation for what you hoped was coming next. Wanda's lips pressed to your hips, then upturned cockily as they impatiently bucked of their own volition, her teeth once again scraped over your soft skin, this time over your pelvis before they had a hold of your panties so she could slowly pull them off.
Wanda was about half way down your legs before she just couldn't hold herself back anymore, the smell of you was far too enticing, so she stopped abruptly and rushed upwards with her tongue out. A lewd moan left your lips as she hummed in satisfaction, tongue vicious as it continued to lick at your sensitive, swollen pussy.
For a brief second you could only feel the warmth of her breath as she pulled away just to really breathe you in, her nose affectionately nuzzled against your clit as she inhaled and kissed your sloppy folds that tingled with need. "Oh my," she chuckled, "you're too divine."
Wanda was impossibly lost in you, initially she was going to tease you further, but then she couldn't stop. Her tongue was a beast as it lavished your intimacy just to prolong the taste of your essence on her buds. The way your slick settled against her plumped upper lip was a comforting promise that you'd linger on her face in the morning. Wanda felt like a fucking pervert with the way her mind ran wild with depraved things that would surely require a deeper conversation first.
If you'd let her, she would devour you whole, much like she was doing now. You felt like she'd split you open, her thumbs dug into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks to spread your pussy just a little bit wider and a hum of appreciation followed as you dripped down her chin.
There was no stop to her madness until you broke the silent rule, allowing your hand to drop down and slip between the messy strands of her hair. It was instinct, and so it wasn't admonished right away, the woman actually loved the way that you both pushed her away and pulled her even closer when she pulled your clit between her lips as two fingers entered you and curled.
The sound of you spilling out and onto some random persons sheets caught your attention just as it did hers. Wanda marveled at the sight of your aromatic arousal that coated her fingers, palm, and dripped from her wrist, meanwhile you were shyly covering your face.
Wanda chuckled, "look at mommy detka, it's okay," her fingers gently tugged at your wrists and you peered up to find her slick, grinning face hovering above yours. "These are my sheets," the brunette added, then she chuckled as your eyes widened comically, you didn't know how she knew but you didn't care much as you had other things on your mind, like the sex you desperately wanted more of and, "you're in a sorority?"
The woman took no offense to the question, the bias of pink wearing, former cheerleading stars being the only ones to join the rush life was common. Most of the girls in the sisterhood she claimed didn't exactly look like Wanda, with her dark makeup, edgy clothes and lower arm sleeve tats, she couldn't really question the shock.
The conversation however was boring, the reason why being that her mom wanted her daughter to follow in her Delta footsteps and so the brunette did, because her parents sacrificed a lot to come here as teens. It was the least she could do, and even less interesting for her to reminisce over so she simply brushed by it as her fingers distracted you by collecting your slick.
"Such a loud, pretty thing you are," she teased as you gasped, her lithe fingers having swirled over your clit before they lifted to her already glistening lips, "I bet I'll have you moaning even louder, like a bitch in heat, with my cock pounding into your tight, needy hole."
Wanda admired the lust fueled darkness that swirled in your otherwise soft eyes. "Would you want that?"
"Of course," you blurted without shame, a smile of reassurance offered that led her right off of the bed.
When the brunette returned from her closet she was surprised to see you sat up, patiently waiting and keeping an eye out for her return. No words were spoken as you saw her skirt fall, eyes completely focused in on her glistening pussy that dripped slick down her gorgeous, muscular thighs. A chuckle pulled you from your thoughts, you slowly lifted your gaze and eyed your almost screen partner with a pout.
"If you're good," she began as she made her way to the foot of the bed, making a show as her voice dropped and her body slowly crawled toward you, "I'll let you get a taste." Wanda adored the way your eyes lit up, but she couldn't help but to tease you as her body pressed into yours. "Well, unless I fuck you too dumb."
"I w-want to," you admitted shyly, "to t-taste you."
"I know," she didn't spare you the embarrassment whatsoever as her thumb brushed over your chin, spreading the drool that was drying. "It's on your face."
The wink that followed made you tremble beneath her in a perfect display of desperation, just as she wanted. A devious smirk followed the pop of her thumb as she released it from her mouth; ironically your mouth ran dry. Wanda was about to ruin you in the best ways.
However, everything had happened so quickly up to now that she felt the urge to slowdown, in need of clarity, "Is this what you want? If I fill you with my cock that means you're mine now Y/N. Mine to fuck, cherish and if you'll let me, to fully fall in love with."
Unbridled lust still coursed through both of your veins, it was clear you wanted her to get moving by the way your hips twitched, but the soft tremble of your lip softened her into kissing you gently to ease the stress. Wanda saw the questions in your mind, and she'd answer them all, but for now she'd fuck them quiet.
Wanda had bought this strap just for you, actually. It was crimson red like her signature lipstick, thick like you'd never seen, and had a cum reservoir that she knew you'd love even if she'd never had the chance to ask you beforehand. The brunette could tell just by looking at you that you'd be a slut for a good filling.
"So," she prompted once she decided to spare your lungs from the fire burning inside. You nodded your head aggressively, words hard but doable when she pursed her lips; waiting. "Please, fuck me mommy."
"Gladly," she purred, rubbing the length of her strap against your slit to collect arousal as she peered into your eyes with a determined, possessive expression. Your hands reflexively curled and you felt emboldened the longer you held her gaze with an attempt to match the intensity of her, but you were once again nervous.
"C-can I touch?" Wanda nodded, offering you an encouraging smile as you timidly reached out to feel her up over her shirt, the tips of your fingers brushed over exposed skin and you appreciated how soft it was. Then you grew confident, fingers fisted at the collar of her shirt and tugged. "mommy, please take it off."
"I see even when impatient that my girl has manners," she chuckled softly at the sight of your beaming eyes, then she tossed her shirt across the room and leaned down to passionately press her lips to yours. Her body firmly pressed into yours, the brunette swallowed your mewl as her strap slipped into your hole just to parrot you as your once timid hands firmly groped her chest.
Once she got a grip of her thoughts she chuckled softly, sending a shiver through you as her lips had begun to trail down your jaw. "You like mommy's tits, hm?"
"I love them," you admitted with pure, genuine intent, hands continuing to knead at the flesh to distract yourself from the burning pain as she harshly worked to mark your skin in a slow, determined fashion. Then you continued softly, "I love everything about you," and she melted into the moment more, the teasing she had planned for you came to a stop as she filled you.
Wanda's hands slid beneath your arched back and pulled your front flush to hers, keeping your body as close to hers as she could while shallowly thrusting into your slippery cunt between your ragged breaths. Her lips gently brushed over the skin beneath your ear and she felt the way your body trembled, and reveled in the way you moaned so breathily when she sucked.
"You took me in so well," she purred, aware as your spine began to curve downward that the pleasure had simmered some, so she settled you back down and let her strap naturally slide from your cunt, leaving only the tip as she gazed into your needy eyes. Then her hips snapped and she grunted, "just like I thought."
No reply fell from your lips, at least not in the form of words as she'd set a ruthless pace that only left space for you to moan mindlessly as she harshly rutted her hips into yours. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, ending with your eyes as a harsh thumb swirled against your clit, her other hand gripped your hip even harder as your bodies sinfully moved in tandem. The chemistry was palpable in the air that reeked of sex and stale smoke that seeped beneath the dorm door.
Which only made it that much harder to breathe as you gasped so pitifully for air, the sensation overwhelmed you into a place of pleasurable uncertainty. The strap was a completely new experience for you, every toy you'd ever used was sleek but this one was outlined in thick, hyperrealistic veins that dug into your walls.
"Oh," a particularly harsh thrust and you were back to arching your back, and crying out, "feels so good." Your sweaty front briefly brushed against hers before your back returned to the mattress where its sole role was to move against the sheets as Wanda rutted harshly.
"You close honey?" Wanda knew already, she could feel the resistance as your walls squeezed around the toy, and even attempted to push it back out. What she truly wanted was to see where you were at mentally. You nodded weakly, mind too foggy to reply and she felt elated by your state. "Mommy is too, cum with me."
The rapid addition of her calloused thumb against your unhooded clit threw you over the edge alongside the brunette who had the gruff hilt to thank for hers. To watch your eyes grow hazier as they crossed once you got lost in pleasure stimulated her own climax too. Just hearing you moan had her teetering on the edge; Wanda was certain she didn't even need the friction...
Wanda began to lay gentle kisses to your warm skin as her thrusts continued, this time so slow you could feel every ridge dragging and subsequently shivered. You whimpered, "no more," hands weak, albeit firm as they pressed into the brunette who chuckled softly, "come on detka, you can do it, just one more for mommy."
"One," you warily agreed, and the brunette beamed, she paused her hips just to sprinkle some kisses onto your face in thanks. Her heart warmed as you giggled and her lips shifted closer to yours, eyes locked now that she was hovering directly. You both felt as your walls trembled around her strap, she smirked as your eyes closed in an attempt to calm your mind down.
"Open," she commanded and you reluctantly did, lips naturally pouting as you were forced to look into her intense eyes full of a love you saw already existed well before you two gave into this steadily building tension. It was a bit disconcerting but in a self-deprecating way, not in a grab your belongings and flee the state kind.
It was surely curious, but truthfully it was too hard to process much of anything with how her hips shallowly moved, they picked up the pace ever so slightly but Wanda wanted this orgasm to be more intimate, she wanted to foster in you the connection she's found.
Her intense gaze never wavered, and you never closed your eyes—maintaining the connection even if it felt like you were going to combust under it. Wanda's lips were parted in a half smirk as she took note of every little change in your reaction to the slowed down pace.
Before, you were moaning unabashedly and now you were panting and whimpering. The fingers that just left crescent marks in her shoulders and drew angry lines down her back now gripped onto the sheets for dear life because this pleasure was simply unlike before. Something about the connection blooming right before your very eyes was exhilarating; it was comforting.
"Mommy," you whined and stared up intently, eyes brimming with tears as you felt overwhelmed by it all.
"Yes, love?"
"C-can I?" Wanda nodded, accompanied by a sweet smile that crinkled the skin of her nose and eyes, it was genuine, intimate, and the reason why you squirted.
Well, that and the surprise of being filled as Wanda had squeezed the cum pump without any warning.
Wanda felt the same need you just satisfied burning deep within her as your body contorted and a shriek of unnerving pleasure left your lips. Rutting into you didn’t provide the same pleasure it did beforehand now that your walls were slick but too tight to fight against.
In a craze she pulled out and tossed the strap away, her thighs corralled yours and tensed as two of her fingers worked her over fast. You gazed up just in time to see her face wash over with pleasure, there was a look of betrayal on your face that amused the brunette. Her fingers left her core and slipped passed your lips before you could protest that your job was stolen from you.
“I said you could taste, just not how,” she reminded you, and you didn’t even feel a need to protest. Far too busy sucking her fingers clean and feeling the spark of a forming addiction—you needed to taste the source.
However, you were too tired tonight and Wanda saw that as she gazed down into your glistening eyes. It was better that way too as Wanda’s cunt continued to drip.
"Twice," Wanda teased as your slick too dripped down her legs, “you are filthy; squirting on mommy’s bed.”
“‘M sorry,” you mumbled but she wasn’t sure you even knew what you were saying as your eyelids fluttered.
While you slipped in and out of sleep Wanda began to get a bath set up for you both, in one of the only en-suite’s this house has—perks of the house mom being your real mom’s best friend. Your soft snores amused her as they traveled through the crack in the door, into a steamy room decorated with rose petals and flames.
Truthfully, beneath the deceiving layers of grunge she wore with a resting scowl was a woman who genuinely believed in the sappy love stories that Hollywood sells. Wanda wasn’t a one trick pony, she heavily negated the societal need to keep interests separate. In public she kept her image intimidating, unintentionally she did it with you too, but now she’s ready for you to see all of her and with that you deserved her sappy humanity.
Wanda returned to the room once she deemed the tub was ready for you both, but she paused—allowing more steam to fill the space you’d soon occupy, just so she could admire your nude form beneath the moonlight. A smile bloomed as she caught sight of the marks she left behind, some too deep and noticeable for you to hide.
The woman felt prideful as she approached, but her resolve softened the closer she got as you looked so peaceful surrounded by her stained, mussed bedsheets. Currently, all she truly wanted was to hold you close.
You woke up with the gentle jolt of your body, made as Wanda lifted you up and into her chest, not forgoing a kiss to your temple that made you melt into her. A whine of protest followed seconds later as she placed you right onto the cooled toilet. In contrast, your body naturally reacted as it too sought relief, filling the toilet with the remnants of your passionate night together.
Wanda had slipped away again, but you were too tired to note her initial absence. When she returned, fresh pajamas in hand, you whined angrily. It was adorable, the way you reached for her and glared, as if she’d abandoned you, your intimidation tactic failed.
Wanda softly spoke, “Are you ready to bathe love?”
You shook your head and frowned, a bit embarrassed to ask for help but fortunately Wanda was in tune with you as she reached for the toilet paper and wiped. It was quick and she got you into the warm tub before you could overthink the moment. Successfully too as you melted into her front as the warmth soothed your aching muscles and fogged your mind up with peace.
There was no rush to her movements as she cleaned the both of you—if either of you had plans tomorrow it was fair to assume them canceled now. Wanda wasn’t ready to part ways and she knew you would likely be in the same state—if not more so after tonight’s drop.
Once the water began to chill, effectively making you shiver, she got you awake and out of the tub quickly. Wanda adored the way you clung to her, only parting when she persisted so she could get you two dressed.
“Brush your teeth,” she gently commanded, then with you distracted she returned to her room to place the freshly laundered sheets onto her mattress. Then she slid into a harness that made your eyes widen as you rushed out of the bathroom to find her. The muddled space you were in faded as you were unsure of her intentions, you even took a conscious step back once she began to approach but you quickly met the wall.
“Don’t be afraid,” she teased you—with the wide eyes and hesitant smile. “I was gonna ask, do you think it would be okay if mommy slept with her cock in you?”
Wanda’s arm was quick to wrap around your waist, holding you up as your knees proved useless, you felt her nose nudge into your jaw as her lips left warm kisses over the marks you’d yet to see on your neck. Even with as sensitive as you knew your pussy to be you gave in without any fight at all as you pleaded.
With a gentle hand Wanda slid the strap against your pussy until enough lubrication had manifested. Then she settled onto her mattress before guiding you over and slowly inserting herself back into you until there was no space left to fill. You pressed your lips to hers desperately, looking for a bit of comfort as you adjusted. A slow, passionate lip lock ensued until you felt the pain subside and the exhaustion return.
The Sokovian eased onto her back, gentle as she pulled your body down with hers to keep you comfortable. A blanket soon covered you both and you smiled as you tiredly remembered the night’s events—her intense eye contact that should’ve terrified you but it truly didn’t.
"I can't wait to fall in love with you," you admitted against her chest in your state of post-sex delirium and it brought a smile to the perceivably tough woman. It was too early, Wanda knew that, but the brunette had loved you for ages and now she is patiently waiting for you to return the sentiment. "ya uzhe lyublyu tebya."
(I already love you)
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Bonus:
"Oh no," Natasha mumbled to her girlfriend, eyes catching sight of the random blonde that corralled you against the table. "Poor girl, she's not going to survive."
Maria humored her girlfriend by gazing up just in time to see a fuming Wanda storming over to you both.
"Which one?" Natasha chuckled and pecked her lovers lips, "both—but one will for sure be more pleasurable."
"You're a menace." Natasha smirked, "Oh, I know..."
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togrowoldinv · 3 months
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Meet Me At Midnight
College!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
You invite Wanda to spend the holidays with you. Will your true feelings for each other be revealed?
Note: I can’t believe it’s almost new years. Enjoy this Wanda fic!
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You’ve casually known Wanda Maximoff for a few months now. You met her in your literature lecture. The girl seemed mysterious, but not in an off-putting way.
Wanda was assigned to be your project partner for the semester. Like typical college students, you two exchanged numbers that first day but didn’t think about working on the project until late in the semester.
She sent you a text a few weeks ago and the two of you began working on the final project. Upon working with her, you realized just how amazing she is. Her and her brother moved to America for college, that explains her enchanting accent.
By the end of the semester, you completed the project and presented it to your class. Wanda suggested celebrating your successful work with dinner. You agreed, and the two of you went out for dinner and drinks that night.
Somehow, the holidays were brought up, and Wanda told you she was not able to go home to celebrate. You asked her to come with you to your family Christmas. She was so excited to see a true American Christmas, and to not be alone.
It went by quickly. Your family took Wanda in and made her feel at home. The girl loved it so much that she decided to stay for the New Year’s celebrations as well. You take her to the grocery store with you to get last minute needs for the holiday.
“Wanda, do you want red or white wine for tonight?” You ask her.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Wanda says. She leans over you and places her chin on your shoulder. You like how affectionate she is with you. “Whatever you like best.”
“Come on, Max, you gotta pick some food and drinks out too, or my mom will be mad at me,” you tell her.
“Fineee,” she says cutely. “White. And can we get some of those chips I liked the other day?”
“Doritos?” You clarify.
“Yes, them!” Wanda says.
“We can get every flavor.”
Wanda smiles and you put the white wine in the cart before moving to the chip aisle. You stay true to your word and get every flavor of Doritos, even the taco ones. Wanda also picks out some candy and other snacks.
You buy decorations for New Years so that you can go all out for Wanda. You don’t typically go this big, but you want her first real celebration to be a special one. Streamers, hats, glasses with the year on them, and all of your dishware needs are in your cart by the time you leave the store.
Wanda is buzzing with excitement when you arrive home and begin to decorate. Your family helps make the food while you decorate with the girl. You stand on a chair and hang streamers from the ceiling.
“Wouldn’t this have been easier if I got up there?” Wanda asks. “I am taller.”
“No, I got this,” you say, but just as you do you lose your balance on the chair from standing on your tippy toes.
You begin to fall backwards but Wanda’s hands on your hips stop you. She helps you stand upright again.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“Yeah, thank you,” you reply. Her hands remain on your hips, and she pats them softly, a silent gesture for you to get down from the chair.
“Let me finish for you,” Wanda says. She steps up in the chair.
You can’t help but watch as her sweater rises up as she hangs the decorations. Her perfect frame is distracting. You almost don’t hear her when she asks for a hand to help her down. Her soft hand rests in yours even after she is back on the ground.
“This looks amazing,” Wanda says.
“It really does,” you agree.
The two of you get swept away by your mother to help prepare food for the party. Time flies by and soon the guests begin to arrive. It’s mostly family friends, but a few of your friends from college are here too.
Wanda enjoys meeting everyone and hearing stories about you. You try to keep her away from your gossiping mother’s friends but it’s no use. They reel her in and tell her all about your child and teenage years.
“She seems great,” a voice interrupts your gaze on Wanda.
“Natasha, so good to see you!” You tell the woman.
“You too, y/n,” Nat says. She hugs you. “Is she your girlfriend?”
“Oh no,” you reply. “Just a friend from college.”
“Sure,” Nat says. “That’s why she’s staring daggers through me.”
“What?” You turn to see Wanda is staring at you and Natasha. There’s a look on her face that isn’t quite readable, but you can tell she’s unhappy.
You decide to walk to Wanda and steal her away from the gossipers.
“Hey, there’s some more people I’d like for you to meet,” you tell her. She nods and follows you back to where Nat is standing. “This is Natasha.”
“Nice to meet you,” Natasha speaks to Wanda.
“You too,” Wanda replies a bit grumpily.
Another woman walks up behind Nat and wraps her arms around her. Wanda looks at you confusedly.
“And just in time Maria shows up,” you joke.
“I’ve been here,” she replies. “Just got a little distracted by the fondue.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” Nat asks.
“Maria, this is Wanda,” you say.
“Great to meet you, Wanda,” Maria says. “You’ve got a good one here.”
“Oh, it’s not-” you begin but Wanda interrupts you.
“Thank you,” she says, placing her hand in yours.
Nat and Maria get pulled away, leaving you and Wanda standing there together. She still has her hand in yours.
“Are you alright?” You ask Wanda.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She drops your hand.
“Okay. Let’s just go get a drink,” you suggest.
For the rest of the night, Wanda seems to have shaken off her weird jealousy of you and Natasha. Or really you and anyone that’s not her. But when it’s five minutes until midnight you can’t find her anywhere.
“Wanda?” You call up the stairs, thinking maybe she went to your room. You get no response but go upstairs anyways.
She is sitting on your bed when you arrive. Four minutes until midnight.
“Hey, what are you doing up here? The ball is about to drop,” you say.
“I just needed a minute,” she says.
“Right, okay. I’m sorry. I know that my family and friends can be a lot.”
“It’s not that,” she says. “Well it is, but it’s not.”
You close the door behind you and sit next to Wanda on your bed.
“You’re missing home?” You ask.
“I always miss home,” Wanda replies. “But being with you here has felt kind of like home.”
“I’m so glad,” you say. You glance at your watch. Three minutes until midnight. “What’s bothering you then?”
“Do you like me?” Wanda blurts out unexpectedly.
“What? Of course I like you, Wanda,” you say.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Do you like me like me?”
“Oh.”
“Because well, I like you,” Wanda says. “And what’s bothering me is that everyone else seems to really like you too.”
“What like Nat?” You ask. She nods. “That never happened, Wanda. We’re friends.”
“But you’re attracted to her.”
“Well, you have eyes,” you try to joke, but Wanda doesn’t smile. “She is a friend.”
“And so am I,” Wanda says with a frown on her perfect lips.
“Yeah, but if you want to be more than friends then we could try?”
“Really?” Wanda asks.
“Really,” you say. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda. And so smart, cool, funny, and passionate.”
Wanda smiles the most perfect smile you’ve ever seen. You hold her cheek in your hand and brush her hair back with the other. She leans in closer.
“Wait,” you whisper. You hold up your watch. “Count with me. Ten, nine, eight…”
You count all the way down to one and Wanda kisses you as soon as she can. She practically straddles your lap as she deepens the kiss. It’s everything.
“Wanda,” you say softly, pulling away to breathe. “We need to go celebrate with everyone.”
“But I want to kiss you,” Wanda pouts.
You kiss her pouty lips and almost lose your will to stop.
“We can do this all we want later,” you tell her. “Right now it’s time to celebrate the new year with everyone. What do you say?”
“You promise we’ll do this again?” She asks.
“And again. And again. And again,” you reply, leaving a kiss to each of her cheeks and her forehead with your words.
Wanda smiles and lets you take her hand. You two walk downstairs together and spend the rest of the night celebrating New Years. It’s the best beginning to a year either of you have ever had.
You hope for many many more with Wanda by your side.
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checkingoutforheroes · 9 months
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It hurts.
Natasha: It is clean. I cleaned it already.
Y/n: Oh really? You’re saying these aren’t muds? 
Natasha: I clean the other boots I guess. In my defends, it was dark that time.
Y/n: Why didn’t you switch on the light then? 
Natasha wraps her arms around you from behind and kisses your neck: Because you are the light of my life. I don’t need any switch.
Y/n: You’re cute. Just admit it, it’s okay. I’m not mad. Just admit that you want me to clean your boots. I’m happy to do it for you and Yelena. 
Natasha: No need to do it for Yelena. She’s a grown woman. 
Y/n chuckle: And yet you are my baby. She’s your sister Nat, my family too. 
Natasha: Can’t wait to know if the procedure are working. We’re having our own little family, love. 
Y/n: Nat...
Natasha: I promise I will take care and protect of our family. Even if something happen, I will make sure Yelena will watch over you and our kid. She have to. 
Y/n’s tears starts falling: Don’t say that! You going to be fine. You always are. You always come home after mission and I’ll be waiting for you. Doesn’t matter how long, be a week, months, years. 
Yelena from far: Y/n?
Y/n: I’ll be waiting for you, to come home. 
Yelena: Y/n..
Y/n: You come home.
Yelena, switch on another lights, to acknowledge her present. She knows Y/n is having another episode and sadly can’t do anything to help her sister in-law except for support: Y/n. 
Y/n, back to reality: Yelena. You, do you need something? You hungry? I can help reheat the leftover for you. 
Yelena, sat next to Y/n: No Y/n, I’m not hungry, thank you. What are you doing? 
Y/n, try to smile: Oh, I just cleaning Natasha’s boots. Always gets dirty after her missions and she’s too lazy to clean it herself. 
Yelena: Y/n.. 
Y/n: Yeah? 
Yelena: That’s my boot. Oh Y/n... 
Y/n looking at the boot and starts breaking and Yelena hugs immediately: I miss her. I miss her so much, it hurts! It hurt Yelena... I lost everyone. I lost her, I can’t find Wanda. I lost Maria too. Please don’t go anywhere Yelena. I don’t want to lose you too. 
Yelena: Shhhh It’s okay sestra. I’ll keep my promise. It’s okay. I’m with you. I’m not going anywhere.
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abbyromanoff · 5 months
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Can I please request intersex Maria Hill x shield agent!reader. Reader is like EXTREMELY pretty like goddess level pretty and practically everybody’s in love with/attracted to her. And she met Maria at one of Tony’s parties? Thanks in advance
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
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PAIRINGS: kidnapper!Maria Hill x Barton!reader
WORD COUNT: 2747
WARNINGS: dark fic, Maria has a dick, kidnapping, R sleeping with Wanda and Nat, flirting, jealousy, pretty rushed ending tbh, smut, thigh fucking, belly bulges, daddy (M), breeding kink, virginity loss, parties, kinda fem!R but no pronouns are used, drugging, needles, age gap (legal), restraints, gags, cumming on R, petnames, Maria honestly can’t last long at all, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
Your foot tapped gently with the beat of the music, your drink in hand as you took occasional sips. You hummed at the taste, oblivious to the watching eyes surrounding you, Maria being one of them.
All throughout the night you’ve had people coming up to you, trying to find any excuse to talk to you or look at you up close. To them, it was like a fallen angel had walked through the doors and greeted them with your presence, you were that angel. Maria couldn’t help but agree with them, but it didn’t mean she liked it. She thought, no, she knew you belonged to her, she just wished you knew it too.
“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my oldest, Y/N,” Clint spoke with a grin, allowing the spotlight to land on you as you shyly waved. Maria’s breath was practically shot out of her, her heart thumping quicker than ever.
“It’s lovely to meet you, dear.” Wanda shook your hand and gave you a small grin as she looked you up and down. Nat did the same as Wanda, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm before smirking. She sent the witch a knowing look and returned to her seat, patting the spot between the two, signaling for you to sit.
“And how come I’ve never met this one, huh, Clint?” He rolled his eyes at her antics, well aware of the thoughts hidden beneath layers of their head.
“They just moved back home after college, they’re a psych major.” They all nodded as your father boasted about you, Maria remained silent. She was eyeing you, but you didn’t look much into it. You feared she was doing so because she didn’t like you or was trying to profile you, but that was proven to be wrong the moment her voice came to surface.
“I’m Maria,” The sweetness shocked you, but you appreciated her willingness to let another into the bubble the team seemed to form.
“Hey, Maria, it’s nice to meet you.” You calmly retorted, giggling as you felt Nat’s fingers brushing over your soft skin. Your inner thigh was just barely showing under your dress, and they both used that to their advantage, most had throughout the night.
“You ticklish, dove?” You bit your lip to stop yourself, and Maria internally groaned at the sight. She wanted to tear that lip from beneath your teeth and bite it as she let her tongue explore your mouth.
“Just a little bit.” She chuckled, images flashing through her mind of you beneath her, biting that lip as you came around her fingers.
“Would you like a drink, Y/N?” The agent's voice boomed, bringing you out of your trance as you forced yourself to look around, noticing your father was no longer nearby. You didn’t expect him to watch you the whole night, but you didn’t expect him to leave and strike up conversations with others so quickly.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumbled, your nerves rising under her gaze. She gave a short nod before walking towards the bar, her eyes occasionally glancing your way.
“So, what do you say about coming with us? If you’d like to dance, we’d love to join you.” Wanda suggested, brushing her shoulder against yours with a knowing grin. Her hot breath fanned against you, leaving goosebumps to trail your skin.
“Oh, a-alright.” You didn’t expect so much attention, but you were happy they seemed to enjoy you.
“Good choice, dove. It’s alright if I call you that, right?” The blush on your face was all the answer she needed, but she still awaited your worded response.
“Yeah, I think it’s kind of cute, actually.” The two led you to the floor, Nat placing her hand on your bottom while Wanda’s grazed up against your lower back. She stood behind you, letting her body grind against yours while Nat stayed in your view. She smirked as your lips parted when feeling Wanda’s breasts pressing into you.
“Can we kiss you, dove?” You didn’t get to speak as Nat instantly pressed her lip into yours, Wanda’s landing on the soul of your neck as a moan threatened to leave you. Your hips involuntarily went with the witch's movements, resulting in a deep groan from the redhead.
“Fuck, such a good girl.” You gave in to their shared compliments, basking in the warmth they offered you. You forgot about the offered drink from earlier, causing Maria to scowl with displeasure when seeing where you stood. She didn’t understand why she felt so predatory over you, she just met you, after all, but there was something about you she had never seen before. Not only did your beauty outshine the room, but your heart was filled with a pureness she’d never expect someone your age to have. You were a college graduate, most students would be fucking their brains up with alcohol and drugs while they slept with anyone who offered themselves, but you were different.
“Why don’t we ditch this party, yeah? I can think of a few things we could do instead.” You gulped, suddenly aware of the proximity you lacked between the two.
“Oh, I- I don’t know.”
“C’mon, dove, it’s not like we’d ever hurt you. If you want to stay here like this then that’s more than fine, but we’d love to make you feel as good as you deserve.” Wanda snaked her hand over your front, placing it undeniably close to your breasts. You gasped, licking over your lips before sharing glances between the two.
“I’ve never, you know.” Her eyes widened slightly, but it was enough to cause your brain to spiral. You hoped she didn’t think wrongly of you now, especially not when you got so far with the two. You weren’t a kid anymore, you hoped she didn’t see you as such now.
“Mm, that’s alright, we’re not here to judge you, dove.” It was made clear they still wanted to continue, and you took that as the okay to move forward.
“Please take me upstairs, I want you both so bad.”
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You woke up with a small headache as the sun blared through the windows, reminding you where you were. The two women were still sleeping next to you, their peaceful snores making you grin. You didn’t know what to do going forward, you just lost your virginity to two strangers at a party. Sure, they knew your father, but that only made it worse.
“Fuck,” You groaned out, trying your best not to wake both Wanda and Nat as you scooted out of the comfortable bed. You wished you could go back to bed, but you weren’t sure if they even wanted to see you in the morning. You gathered your small pile of clothes on the floor and loosely tossed them on before exiting quietly.
“Good morning, Y/N.” You jumped, turning to the voice and spotting a tired Maria with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Jesus, you scared the fuck out of me!” You chuckled. “What, uhm, what are you doing up so early?” You leaned against the wall, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and remaining in a neutral stance.
“I could ask you the same, couldn’t I?” Her calmness sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t know why.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” You noticed her jaw clench and her nostrils flare slightly, making you fear that you spoke wrong.
“Would you like some coffee? I think you’ll be needing the energy after last night.” Your cheeks brightened, a snort coming from your end as you followed her into the kitchen. The place was so large, you didn’t know how anyone got around.
“I suggest you change your clothes.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring a spare, I kind of expected to be going home after last night.” You wondered if your dad went back home without you or stayed, but you were kind of hoping he headed back so you wouldn’t be stuck with his questions on the ride home.
“You can pick some from my room, I don’t mind.” You felt bad for accepting the offer, until you realized it was that or walking around in high heels and a dress the rest of the day. You found her room with the help of a small direction from her and Jarvis, rummaging through her dresser the moment you found it. You took a minute to glance around her room, the soft yet blank aroma causing your curiosity to grow. You had the clothes in hand, but you wanted to see more. Maria gave off such a tough, cold exterior, you wanted to know what was behind that.
Her bedsheets were perfectly set, not a wrinkle in sight. Her pillows were perfectly aligned and her bedside tables were close to empty, only sporting a lamp on one and a book on the other. There wasn’t even an alarm clock, how did she wake up so early? Maybe it was nightmares, but there was no way she could remain so relaxed and calm if she experienced such on a daily.
You felt the urge to go to the bathroom settling in and assumed she wouldn’t mind you using hers, seeing as she was allowing you to borrow her clothes. What you didn’t expect to see was a knife in the sink, hints of red still covering it. You gasped, only to feel a body behind yours and a hand coming to your mouth.
“You shouldn’t have gone in here, pretty girl.” You tried screaming beneath the coverage but only managed to release a weak whimper as your eyes started growing heavier. You looked down, noticing a needle drawing out of your waist before you fell limp in her hold, unable to fight her off like your thoughts screamed at you to do.
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“Perfect, you’re awake.” Came the same voice from earlier, leading you to look around and take in the surroundings. You laid on a bed, it wasn’t as comfy as Nat and Wanda’s but it wasn’t as bad as the one you spent your college years on. Your mouth was still covered by a gag, your legs and hands tied as you tried to wiggle away from her. She stood in your sight now, her shirt gone as her abs shined under the dim lighting. Her left side was patched up, and you were able to get a closer look as she climbed on top of you. Her hands came to your chin, bringing your eyes in line with hers while she smirked.
“I’m going to remove this now, but if you scream, cry, yell, anything, I won’t hesitate to cut your fucking tongue out, got it?” She all but growled, causing tears to rim your eyelids. You nodded nonetheless, taking multiple deep breaths when she did as promised.
“How’d you get that?” You asked after moments of silence, your voice so silent it was practically a whisper.
“Don’t worry about it, alright? All I want you to do is sit there and look perfect for me, you don’t need to think.” You complied, your eyes fluttering as her camera’s flash shocked you. She let the polaroids dry before taking a few more, smiling as she admired each one. She licked her lips, cupping her semi-hard cock with a groan.
“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I need you.” She unbuttoned her pants slowly while stalking towards you, lowering her undergarments before stroking her length, chuckling darkly as you shuttered, your thighs instinctively clenching.
“Don’t move a single fucking muscle, I want to see how wet and needy you get for me.” You bit your lip, a desperate attempt to calm your nerves that rose.
“Are- are you going to put that in me?” You eyed her crotch, taking in every vein that pulsed.
“Mhm, and you’re going to take every last inch, Princess.” Your legs were lifted into the air, the rope forcing them to stay bound together as she put them over her shoulder. A slap came to your ass, causing your body to jolt as you cried out.
“God, I love it when you cry.” A moan found its way past her lips when her length came in contact with your plush thighs, her tip sneaking past the skin as you spotted the pre-cum drooling onto your waist.
“Fuck, please, Daddy!” You regretted the words the moment they left your lips, but your desire seemed to overpower you. She stilled, and you could hear every breath she panted.
“My beautiful baby, my angel…no one else gets to see you like this, yeah? Only me? Mhm, good. Let’s see what other pretty sounds you can make, Princess.” She looked back on the night before, the sight of Nat kissing your sweet lips while Wanda marked your neck only fueling her anger. Seeing them lead you to their room made her want to do things she could never repeat, but now that she had you in her hold, you were safe from everything and everyone else, she convinced herself. It wasn’t your fault you were so lustful, anyone who saw you instantly fell to their knees, begging to even hear your voice. But no one got to see you the way she did, and she’d make sure the two Avengers never got to see you again.
“I’m so close, can’t wait to paint your body with my fucking cum.” Spurts of hot liquid shot onto you, Maria’s head being thrown back while you took in the sight. She had never cum so quickly, whatever you were doing to her was something she couldn’t control, and she wasn’t displeased.
You felt the restraints around your legs loosen before they fell onto the bed, Maria instantly grasping onto them and putting one on either side of her body. She rubbed her cock against your folds, lips parting as your hips thrusted with each movement. Your clit throbbed in delight before she allowed her length to tease the bud, relishing in your sounds of pleasure that were meant only for her.
“Eyes on me,” She demanded when seeing your eyes fall shut, a gulp of fear traveling through your throat. “No, I don’t care if you’re scared, you’ll keep those eyes on me, got that? I want to see the very second I break you, my sweet doll.” She stroked your cheek, her gaze stuck on your cunt that slowly accepted her tip.
“Ah- it’s so much, Daddy! I- I don’t think I can take all- all of it.” You sniffled, hands struggling against the restraints as you tried to play with your pleading nipples that hardened in the cold.
“I want to see how much you can take, impress me, Princess.” You mewled out pleas. “I don’t care if it hurts, you’re here to please me, I could care less if you get off or not.” She pressed her palm against the bulge on your stomach, your sounds bringing shots of heat to her body. She could feel her coil's tightness returning, bringing a small gasp from her end.
“Oh- fuck! I- I’m close again, baby, I’m gonna cum inside you so fucking much!” Her thrusts became animalistic, her grunts causing your brain to fog. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mind going hazy as drool threatened to dribble onto your chin. She was now completely inside of you, causing clapping sounds to elicit throughout the room with each moving of her hips.
“You wanna carry Daddy’s babies, sweetheart? Yeah, you want me to knock you up?” You nodded, unable to comprehend the words she spoke.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m cumming! Mhm, take all of it! Going to get this greedy little cunt filled to the brim with my fucking cum.” Her lips found your neck in a hurry, desperate to replace your previous marks with ones of her own. You felt spurts of her seed shooting into you, her thrusts becoming slower and sloppier the longer she stalled inside of you. Your warm walls were clenching onto her, gripping for dear life in ways no one has. No one has brought as deep of pleasure as you have, proving her point as to you being the best target she could equip.
“I’m never letting you go, baby, you’re mine now.” But the truth was, you didn’t mind.
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mviswidow · 4 months
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You're All I Need
Maria Hill x Reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Before Maria leaves for an unusual mission, your anxieties are getting to both of you, but you have each other, and that's all you need.
Content: angst/comfort
A/N: this may or may not take place before Secret Invasion... it's completely up to interpretation
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The steady thump of Maria’s heartbeat and her gentle fingers raking through your hair are the only things keeping you calm as you lay on top of her. 
You hold her tighter and she kisses your forehead. “You’re okay, my love. I’m here.”
“I love you so much,” you reply gratefully.
“Me more, angel.”
You nuzzle into the crook of her neck, your arms around her torso. “Why do you have to leave so soon?”
Maria’s intake of breath is heavy, and you know she doesn’t want to leave you.
“Fury needs me, baby, and he almost never asks for my help anymore these days, now that he knows you’re my priority. I know I promised I’d be all yours this week -“
“It’s okay. I get it,” you interrupt. “I just wish I could be selfish and keep you here. I don’t like knowing that you aren’t safe.”
“I know, darling,” she frowns, putting her strong arms around you and holding you closer to her. 
Maria stays quiet for a while but you can sense her anxiety. Her heart is beating faster and her body is growing stiffer by the minute. She’s scared. You don’t know if she’s scared of what’s waiting for her when she leaves or if she’s scared of leaving you alone but she’s scared of something, and that makes you feel worse, though you don’t tell her that.
Instead, you gently kiss up her neck until you hear her giggle. You lift yourself up a little so you can see her face, straddling her hips in a way. “You okay, Mar?”
Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and you know she’s about to lie to you, “Always.” 
Maria leans forward and kisses you slowly. You relish in the feeling of her lips on yours, her warm hands on your hips. And then you pull away. “Bullshit.”
“I’ll be fine,” she rolls her eyes.
You raise your eyebrow, “Maria.”
“I’m just nervous. Fury hasn’t contacted me in a while. This seems big. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
You smile softly, feeling pride bloom in your chest, “Well, I have the utmost faith in my fiancé. You are so good at your job. Everything will be okay, beautiful.”
Finally, a real smile grows on her face. It’s small, but it’s there. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” you kiss her cheek before pushing her to lay back, settling yourself back into her arms.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months
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Maria Hill Masterlist
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Mommy… Master List
Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**
One Shots
Maria Hill Appearance Appreciation
Pull Me Out, Bring Me Back
Uniform Kink with Maria Hill
Knife Play Fetish with Maria Hill
Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List
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greatapebroly · 1 year
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So I saw you were looking for request so here I am!!
Basically Natasha and Reader are arguing because Natasha came out of no where and started accusing Reader of doing something but the reader is just like “what? What are you even talking about I didn’t do that” but Natasha doesn’t believe her and walks out and doesn’t talk to the reader for awhile until one of the avengers has to explain to Natasha that reader didn’t do anything wrong and it was someone else.
You can end it any way you want to.
Anyways bye hope you have a nice day/evening/night
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 3,213
Warnings: Arguing, yelling ofc, Nat ignoring R at first, a punch, a push, mentions of beating, mentions of past hydra affiliation, an emotional rollercoaster i think, like 20 people get beheaded im joking
A/N: this was not supposed to take as long as it did. that is a fault on my behalf and i am sorry for the prolonged wait but now here we are if you're still interested. I hope you don't mind video games bc that's what R is doing before shit hits the fan. First angst fic so i'm kinda nervous butt i've read a fuckton of it so I tried to incorporate that into my own ideas? but enough from me since i've made you wait long enough. and pleaseeee enjoy
I Did What..? (N.R)
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Your typical day at the compound consisted of waking up next to the most beautiful redhead in the cosmos, giving her a kiss, followed by 20 more, showering, eating breakfast, training/mission, then you hop on the game.
After a long day of saving people and interacting with them it's nice to have something to ease your mind at the end of the day.
Your favorite game was Call of Duty Black Ops 4. Occasionally, Natasha would join you but she was busy giving Wanda some pointers to hone her hand to hand combat skills. So it was just you and that's normally how you liked it.
You don't have to worry about reviving any of your teammates nor yourself since you're damn good at the game and you can go through whichever easter egg much quicker.
It was around 6:30PM and you'd beaten Voyage of Despair twice before moving onto Ancient Evil.
Your day was pretty good. You were able to play Xbox all day without any distractions from that eccentric boy Tony always has around. No Morgan to beg you to let her play with you then throw a hissy fit when you throw her out. Nobody bothered you and it was great. It was like nothing could ruin your good day and you were happy about that.
Days like this aren't common for you unless Natasha is around or in close proximity to you so you were proud of your improvement since Hydra.
Natasha still hadn't returned to your shared room and it's not that you thought something happened to her, it's just that she said she'd only be with Wanda for an hour and it's been 3 of those.
You contemplated searching for her but you were so close to the boss fight and you were sure she was alright so you turned your attention back to the game.
You were delivering the final shot to the Boss, Zeus, on Ancient Evil when the door to your bedroom flew open and in the doorway stood Natasha.
The angered look on her face was foreign to you as you ran up to her to engulf her in a bone crushing hug after not seeing her all day.
"I missed you Natasha you left me alone a lot longer than you promised to." You said as you buried your head in her chest.
Upon seeing this Natasha almost felt bad for being angry at you. She knew you were fragile as far as emotions and wanted to forget about the whole thing and cuddle you for infinity but that quickly subsided when she remembered why she was here.
That fucking conversation with Wanda. She knew deep down inside her that you would never betray her like this but her mind was so clouded with her emotions that she didn't even think when she pushed you off her.
You hit the ground hard but for you it felt like a cloud.
"Natty?" You asked confused by her sudden actions. It was then you looked up and noticed how pissed she looked but in a dangerously calm way.
You knew Natasha would never intentionally hurt you but the way she was right now you weren't entirely sure so you stood up and thought of what to do.
You're not exactly good in situations like this but you remembered the time she taught you how to handle people's emotions the correct way so you thought you'd put that knowledge to use right now.
"Do you need me to give you space?" You tried. No response.
Okay i'll try this.
"Do you wanna talk about it ?" You asked again.
This caused a reaction in Natasha as she moved from her spot in the doorway to the bed. It was like her body was on autopilot. Wanda words kept replaying in her mind like a broken record.
"You know I heard Y/N has the hots for Maria and if i'm being honest i can totally see it. Last week when you were on that mission in Siberia Maria kept going in and out of Y/N's room and they said that if you listen close enough you could hear squeals and what sounded moans. In my opinion the potential they have is amazing and they'd be such a cute couple. it's like a perfect fit, Maria's so tall and y/n isn't exactly short bu-"
Natasha had tuned Wanda out by then. She didn't need to hear another word. Wanda was still new kinda like you so she didn't know that you and Nat had a thing going on but the way she spoke of you and Maria made her sick to her stomach. She felt as if the whole world had been dropped on her.
She ended the training early and decided to walk around the compound in attempts to clear her mind but that was soon proven to be unhelpful.
Her mind was screaming at her to not believe the allegations but when she heard other people around the building talking about it she couldn't think otherwise and made her way to your shared room with murder on her mind. not literally
"Helloo Natty are you there?" Natasha was snapped back to reality by the feeling of you lightly shaking her shoulder.
"Why did you sleep with Maria while I was gone?" The question was so eerily calm that it would make anyone feel as if they were in an unsurmountable amount of danger.
"Natty what do you mea-"
"Don't fucking lie to me y/n i've heard what everyones been saying. That you fucked Maria on multiple occasions while i was in Siberia."
The words were coming out so calm and smoothly that anybody else would think she was asking a simple question but you could see the fire burning in her eyes.
"Natasha i didn't sleep with Maria I was just showing her-"
"Showing her what y/n!" Natasha exclaimed as she stood up. This caused you to shrink up a little out of instinct from past experiences.
"N-no i was just sh-showing her my vi-"
"Yeah showing her your virginity." Nat mumbled under her breathe and somehow it didn't reach your enhanced ears.
Something inside Natasha was screaming at her to stop but her anger overtook that something.
"You know something y/n I really thought I could trust you. I helped you free your mind of your past. I opened up to you and told you things about myself that i've never told anybody. Not even Clint and you go and pull this shit. We could've been great together Y/N and I knew that ever since we brought you back from Hydra but obviously a mistake. Once a fuck up always a fuck up."
Whatever fear you had quickly went away as those words came out of her mouth. Who did she think she was to criticize you on your past mistakes and blame you for something you had no idea about. All you wanted to do was show Maria your video game collection and maybe make another friend so that everyone could see that you were capable of redeeming yourself just like Bucky and Wanda. Was that such an issue ? Apparently it was.
"Oh so now you have no-" Natasha started but you quickly cut her off.
"Ever since you brought me back from Hydra the whole fucking building has been against me Natasha even the ex Hydra members who, you would assume, understood the hell I went through and how I was currently feeling. Maybe they could've, I don't know, helped me understand what I was feeling instead of dragging me through the dirt because I sure as hell didn't know. The only person who didn't treat me like absolute shit the whole time I've been here was you. You understood what it was like to be broken and molded into someone you didn't want to become. You were the one who taught me what it was to be a person and helped me work out my feelings. You showed me a whole new world Natasha and you're just gonna throw that away become of some bullshit you heard on the streets ? And FYI the only reason Maria was here a lot was because she asked me if she could start joining in on my gaming and I gladly said yes. She said she wanted to get know me instead of the shit she heard from everyone else and you know what ? It was nice to have someone else to talk to while you were gone. It was like a breath of fresh air to know that not everyone was against me but I didn't know me finally being willing to trust someone other than you would lead to the one I love the most treating me as if I'm a terrorist and I get it. I am. I'm a terrorist, a murderer, a fucking psycho killer but guess what Natalia Romanova SO. ARE. YOU.!" You said jamming your finger into her chest with each punctuation.
The use of her real name and your outburst caused Natasha to realize what she was doing as she tried to pull you into her arms.
"Baby let's talk this through I didn't mea-"
"Don't touch me Natalia. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot more than Hydra or anyone here ever could and you wanna know why? Because I fucking love you and for you to turn around and lay this shit on me hurt a LOT you may not care and I don't know how to explain it but it hurt Natalia and I want you to know how much you hurt me because I never want to see your face again."
"Baby don't say that you don't mean it listen I'm so-"
"I said get OUT!" You screamed as your powers started to take control of your body causing you to shake with anger.
The tears were flowing from both of your eyes was unknown to you as Natasha stood up and slowly made her way to the door knowing what your powers could do if you lost control. Hell it was way worse than what Wanda could do.
Natasha stopped to take one last look at you in hopes that you would let her redeem herself but you only pointed towards the door and said one word.
"Go." And she did. She left and she immediately regretted it as she heard glass shatter from behind your door. She wanted to turn around and go back inside.
She wanted to kick herself for letting a silly rumor get to her. She wanted to break that door down and hold you and talk things out like responsible adults but she knew that if she went back in there while you were in this state, or if she went back in there at all, that just might be the last time she ever saw the light of day.
She contemplated paying a special visit to Wanda for putting these things in her head but instead she went to the source of the problem.
Maria.
Natasha knocked on the woman's office door and awaited a response but she didn't get one. She tried again before she opened the door to see that Maria was not in her office so she decided to ask Jarvis.
"Jarvis can you tell me where Maria is please it's urgent ?"
"Miss Hill is currently in Y/N's Room but may I inform you that Y/N has specifically asked me to not let you into her room." The A.I. responded.
Those words hit Natasha like a church bell. Maria is with...you. In your shared room probably holding you like Natasha wanted to. Maria is the one comforting you when it should be her there picking up the pieces she so messily threw all over the place.
She could just see it now and it made her sick. She resented herself for her actions and she wanted to make it up but will you accept her back ? Did she even lose you ?
Everything that happened today was giving Natasha one hell of a headache and if she was being honest she needed a drink. Bad. So she headed over to Tony's.
"Ahh Romanoff how's it going?" Tony asked as he opened the door to his lab but he quickly took in the look on her face and stepped aside to let her in.
Tony wanted to ask what was on her mind but instead he just poured her the drink she so desperately needed.
After her 7th shot he took the bottle from her.
"What the fuck Stark?"
"Easy Romanoff I just wanna ask you something. " When she didn't respond he continued. "Is this about Y/N and Maria?"
Tony didn't even get a chance to react as Natasha sent a quick right hook to his jaw.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL ROMANOFF!" Tony exclaimed as he rubbed his jaw in pain. "I guess it is about them huh." He asked rhetorically but the question still made her tense up and glare at Tony.
"Woah now Red. Don't take my words as an insult i'm just trying to figure out why you came to my lab at... nine o clock at night."
Had it really been that long Natasha thought to herself. Everything happened so fast that she couldn't even register time.
"Yeah it's about them. I fucked up Tony. I let these stupid fucking rumors get to my head and I said shit to Y/N that I would've never said if I was in the right state of mind scratch that I shouldn't have said any of that period I can't make excuses for my mistakes. I know she's delicate coming straight outta Hydra and all but I don't know what came over me it's like I became a whole 'nother person."
Tony didn't interrupt once nor did he know what the fuck Natasha said to you, but he did know that none of the rumors were true but how exactly did he tell Natasha this without risking the possibility of death or serious life threatening injuries but you only live once so fuck it.
"So you do kno-"
"I know. I'm just fucking ignorant. She tried to tell me so many times that that wasn't the case but I didn't listen and now I think I just lost the one true person I ever gave a fuck about. How do I even face her when Maria is with her giving her the love and affection she should be getting from me in a situation like this."
Tony smiled as he saw you walk through the door. Not because he liked you per se, don't get him wrong he doesn't hate you like everyone else but he doesn't exactly invest his time in trying to get to know you. He smiled because he knew you caught the last few lines of Natasha's rant and hopefully Nat would leave so he can finish his work. As much as he loved his red haired friend he loved working his ass off more.
"Natasha?" You called out and this made Natasha turn around so fast you'd think she'd have whiplash. She couldn't believe her eyes as she got up and started walking towards you.
"Baby I-" She started but you hushed her and pulled her outside.
"Listen I really wanna-" Natasha started again but she stopped when you placed your arms around her neck and brought her in for a kiss. And another. And another. Followed by another until you finally spoke.
"I know i'm not good with my emotions but when you started accusing me of sleeping with Maria it felt like a fire was starting inside of me and I wanted to extinguish it but the flames kept growing and somebody was trying to put them out but the flames engulfed them entirely and that somebody was me and I had to watch that somebody burn alive and it-"
"Shhh you don't have to explain yourself. If anything I should be the one explaining. Actually I don't think I can explain what I said to you but I can at least try. I didn't mean any of those words I said okay ? Not a single one but that doesn't exclude the fact that I still said them.
"No Natty you were right once a fuck up always a fuck up I can accept that because it's true but what I can't accept is how I called you all those horrible names but I forgive you."
Natasha watched confused as you backed away from her and opened your arms in an assumingely hugging gesture but instead you said
"Go ahead and beat me as many times as you'd like I can take it. As long as you don't leave me i'll let you hit me as much as you want as compensation for what I said to you earlier and for being involved in something that made you mad. I shouldn't have been talking to Maria in the first place and that's a fault on my behalf and i'm sorry and I wanna show you that so go ahead and get it over with."
Natasha heart broke at the sight of you. She knew you were only doing this because Hydra would beat you for the slightest reason. It's like a defense mechanism for you. Over-explaining and degrading yourself in an attempt to get off the hook.
Natasha took a step towards you and you closed your eyes as you braced yourself for the impact but instead you were engulfed in the warmest hug ever.
You opened your eyes confused as to why you weren't being flung around right now but as if she read your mind, Natasha answered the question for you.
"I would NEVER inflict ANY kind of harm onto you even if it meant saving my life do you understand me Y/N L/N?"
You didn't exactly grasp the concept of what she was saying because if you did something wrong then a harsh punishment should follow but you liked how Natasha arms felt. The same feeling you got when you woke up in them every morning unless she was on a mission.
"I'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. im sorry. i'm sorry. im sorry. im sorry." Natasha said between kisses.
"Natty I already told you I forgive you."
"I know but what you just said and did shattered my heart into a million little pieces. I just want you to know that despite everything you've been through and despite all the shit that unfolded today, I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much that I could scream it from the top of Mount Olympus and it still wouldn't be enough to express my love for you because that's how much I fucking love you."
"So, tell me who all was fucking with you while I was gone."
Today was probably the weirdest day you'd had in a while but you're sure that weirder days were to come especially since you're an Avengers dating another Avenger but you wouldn't have it any other way especially if you had a Natasha Romanoff by your side.
A/N: Too much ? Too little ? I never wrote angst before so I kinda just went with the flow. Let me know in the comments please and thank youuuuuu for reading and for your request.
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sycamorelibrary754 · 4 months
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Guardian Angel Masterlist
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Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.
Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.
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