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How about a Wanda x blachill daughter!reader.
We are about on a mission and when we come back we see that the team is acting as if they don’t know us, even Wanda, Nat and Maria. We try to talk to them but they act rude and try to kick us out. We investigate and ee that there was an attack on the compound (maybe a gas or something that made them forget about us) so we have to fight for them to remember us.
Also I hope you are having a great day!
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pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader, Wanda x reader
warnings: pain (happy ending)
genre: angst, fluff
words: 1576
a/n: thank you my lovely 🦈anon. I have to admit I really like the Wanda x Blackhill!daughter so you can definitely expect more fics with that dynamic🤭
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 
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You’d been on this mission for days, and while you were proud Fury finally entrusted you with a solo mission (and your moms finally let you go) you were desperate to get back to the compound and curl up on the couch with your girlfriend and a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 
The mission had been successful overall, almost suspiciously easy, you thought. There weren’t a lot of reasons the mission would be a setup though. Even though it was easy, you weren’t ambushed or anything. 
After the mission finally ended, and the Hydra base was successfully taken down, you returned to the compound. You couldn’t wait to hug your moms, and kiss Wanda. 
When you walked into the compound, you got some weird looks from the security guards, but they didn’t bother you as you knew the elevator code so you didn’t mind them. When you reached your floor, you walked into the living area, expecting at least Wanda to be there. 
“Who let the kid in?” you suddenly heard Tony ask from beside you. 
You turned around and looked at him funny. “I let myself in?” you told him questioningly. “This isn’t a daycare,” Tony told you, walking past you without taking his eyes off you. 
“I know,” you told him, walking to the kitchen to grab some water. “Have you been here before?” you suddenly heard Wanda ask. You turned around a little startled. “What do you mean?” you asked her confused. “All the cupboards look the same, yet you know where the glasses are.” 
“Is this some kind of joke?” you asked Tony unamused, and he just looked at you weirdly. 
“You should leave,” he told you. “I live here!” you replied annoyed, but Tony didn’t budge. 
“We got a new member?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You turned around and saw Natasha. “Mama? What the hell is going on?” you asked her confused. She looked at you confused, and took a step back with her arms up. 
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but I’m not your mother,” she told you. “What are you talking about? If this is a joke I really don’t find it funny,” you told her, but she just shook her head. 
“Where’s mom?” you asked her, but she just shook her head again. 
“You really have to leave now, or I’ll call security,” Tony stated, fishing his phone from his pocket to emphasize his point. 
You look at your mom with tears in your eyes, turning to Wanda next. She just looked at you, just as confused as your mom was. Hesitantly you turned around, leaving the common area and walking to the elevator. 
That same night, you returned to the compound, slipping through the windows of your room and going through it. How could they not know you when your entire room was still intact?
You went through your stuff, finding your laptop and starting it up. 
You activated your personal AI, asking it what happened to the compound while you were gone. There appeared to have been a gas leak. The gas was toxic, and especially designed to erase you from the memories of the Avengers. It was synthesized by Hydra, which explained why the mission was so easy. The mission was indeed a setup to ensure you’d be out of the compound so Hydra could erase you from your family’s mind. 
You spend the rest of the night researching for a possible cure. When you found it, you realized you would have to return to the Hydra base again.
You were quick to suit up, never having changed out of your mission tactical suit in the first place, and headed to the Hydra base. 
Once you got there it was cold. The Hydra base looked abandoned, just like how you left it. You went inside quietly anyway, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks. You quickly found the computer room, using it to search for any documents on the gas and the antidote. 
When you found it, you went to the laboratory, going through all the cabinets. Once you found the odd looking, green gas, you stuffed all of it in your bag, taking it with you.
When you exited the lab, however, there were a bunch of Hydra agents, waiting to attack you. 
They jumped you and took you completely by surprise. You managed to fight them off, mostly without injury. You had a few scratches and bruises littering your face and arms, but you couldn’t care less. All you cared about was getting back to the Avengers tower as quickly as possible. You were desperate for a hug from your mothers.
Once you snuck back into the tower, Jarvis immediately alerted the Avengers of your presence. How Jarvis could possibly be affected by the gas was beyond you. 
The Avengers jumped into action, ready to fight you if you made any unsuspected moves. 
“She’s Hydra,” you suddenly heard Steve say. You looked at your bag carrying the antidote gas and cursed yourself for using it when it had such an obvious Hydra logo on it.
You closed your eyes and sighed, before turning to look at the Avengers standing in front of you. You raised your hands, wanting to prove you weren’t a threat. “I’m not Hydra, I swear,” you told them. “That’s exactly what a Hydra agent would say,” Natasha replied, raising her gun at you.
You took a step back in surprise, not knowing what they were capable of when they didn’t remember you. “I can prove it!” you said quickly, keeping your hands up.
“Start talking,” Natasha replied, loading her gun. 
“There’s a photo album on your phone filled with pictures of me,” you told her, and the grip on her gun faltered slightly. “Why would there be?” she asked you. “Because you are my mother, Hydra just made you forget,” you told her, silently praying she believed you. 
She slowly lowered her gun, making eye contact with Wanda to silently tell her to watch you. Natasha pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocking it and quickly opening her gallery app. 
She took a bit taken back, her eyes alternating between looking at her phone screen and looking at you. “It’s impossible. I can’t have children,” she told you slowly, and you lowered your hands. “You adopted me when I was 5. My parents had abandoned me on the side of the road like garbage. I went from foster home to foster home until you took me in…” you explained to her, taking a step closer. 
“I can make you remember. Please let me help you remember,” you begged her, reaching for your bag. Tony raised his hand in your direction, a silent threat to not try anything stupid.
Natasha slowly nodded, and you showed her the green gas. 
“You were poisoned with some weird gas while I was out on a mission. I went back to the Hydra base to find the antidote, hence the bag,” you explained to her, watching as she carefully took the vial. “How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?” she asked you.
“Spray it on me first.”
Natasha was hesitant as she raised her hand holding the vial, and she carefully pressed the button. You were sprayed with the green gas, and it stung in your eyes. You blinked a few times, but that was it.
“See? I’m fine. Now please let me help you remember,” you begged her, and she nodded.
You took another vial from the bag, spraying it in her face once she gave you the ‘okay’. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head in confusion.
Once she opened her eyes again, they immediately landed on you. “Y/n,” she gasped as she pulled you into a hug quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried, holding you tightly. 
“It’s okay,” you gasped out, your own eyes welling up with tears as well. She pulled back from the hug and cupped your face, looking into your eyes and using her tumb to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. You smiled at her, and she let out a sigh as she pulled you into a hug again. 
It didn’t take long before your whole family remembered who you were, and you got hugs and apologies from everywhere. 
Once you freed Wanda, you finally got your kiss, after a handful of apologies from her. When you freed Maria she had a similar reaction as Natasha. You hadn’t ran into her while she didn’t remember you, but she knew she forgot who you were for a few days, and that hurt her more than words could ever describe. 
After dinner, your favorite take-out, courtesy of Tony Stark, and a whole lot more hugs you finally made it to your room, cuddling with Wanda while she caressed your back.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t remember you,” she told you softly, and you shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was Hydra,” you told her, lifting your head off her chest so you could look at her. Her eyes were stinging with tears, and you knew she still felt guilty. You leaned down and kissed her, and she was eager to return the kiss. “I love you,” you told her. She smiled and kissed you one more time, before pulling you back into her chest. 
“I love you more.”
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romanoffsbish · 1 year
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Wrapped in Red
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (AU)
Wanda x Vis ; x Monica ; x Bucky
BlackHill / Bishova 🥰
Song inspo: Wrapped in Red-Kelly Clarkson
Warning: Angsty (suppressed love | Happy ending), Scrooge!R for like a second.
Smut: Mommy (R), Good Girl (W), Face-Riding (Wanda), Strap-On (Oral-R / Wanda-Receiving), Slapping, Teasing, Praising/Degrading. Aftercare 🥰
18+ | Minors DNI!
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With a warm mug in your hand you peered out of your second story lofts window, drinking in the sight of the supposed Winter Wonderland. The snowy streets were bustling with all those who'd waited until the last minute to feed into this Capitalist nations image of Christmas, and you envied their beaming faces. The wonder of the holidays that had once lived in you, now only lives on in the faces of your friends, and family, and now even strangers as they go by.
Christmas at one point was all you ever focused on for the second half of the year, even back when you hadn't the finances to gift those you loved most what you deemed they deserved. So, every year, without fail, you would use your developed crafting skills to make their gifts. Then you used your charms to get them to do loads of inexpensive things like going ice skating, baking cookies, and your personal favorite was walking around the city to experience the wonder of the twinkling lights.
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Natasha, your best friend, and Wanda, your muse, would always walk with you at the front, their arms looped with yours as they watched with a fondness as your face lit up at the sight of the decorated houses in upper Manhattan. They'd giggle wildly every time the boys would groan as you stopped to take a picture of a Winnie the Pooh display, or whatever other character you found to be worth the spectacle of your attention—which was most of them.
Then as you all transitioned into adulthood, many of you going off to college, the time for such frivolities had come to an end. Still, you managed to convince them of the importance of having one big Christmas bash, and so every year without fail they've managed to bring it together for you. Everyone, except for Bucky, Sam and Steve who spent a few overseas were at every single party. Christmas to you had always been about the traditions, not from a religious perspective, but more so from a place of genuine connectivity. Getting together with the found family you'd managed to create over a lifetime meant the absolute world to you, but now it felt like a daunting experience.
As the years have pressed on the parties went from fun-filled ragers, full of cheap booze and belly laughter to more refined get togethers. Vodka was exchanged for flutes of champagne, and seven minutes in heaven was no longer a plausible game when most were coupled up. Watching everyone moving forward was truly an enjoyable experience, all you'd ever wanted for any of them was success and happiness. The only thing was how painful it was to see your life in a place of stagnation, with no one to love you how you craved, and to be made to  watch the actual love of your life enter with a new piece of eye candy on her arm year after year. You gradually went from Cindy Lou Who to the Grinch—with a heart wrapped in barbed wire, and protected by your guard cat Max.
It used to be easier, when you were still in high school, and your silly crush was constantly crushed with her incessant need to talk about how hot Tony's cousin Jarvis was. Pretentious asshole that he was, he somehow charmed his way into the naive girls heart, and as hard as it was to see them dating it was relatively easy to endure. It wasn't until the third Christmas break that you found it was a bit harder to manage your unrequited love for the Sokovian.
Wanda and Vis's breakup was something you were made aware of, seeing as how you and Nat held her crying form up all Summer long. The sight of Wanda walking into the party had you smiling in an instant, the chance to ask her for a dance had you internally beaming, you were steadily approaching her too, but when you saw her accompanying date you stopped dead in your tracks in Tony's ball room.
To the right of your dream girl stood one of the most gorgeous woman you'd ever seen. For a second you weren't sure if you envied her or Wanda more, but your heart quickly reminded you who it beat for when she shared a gentle peck with the mystery woman. Wanda was in a suit, which looked amazing on her, different for sure, but amazing nonetheless. A bright yellow hanker chief was in the pocket, you noticed her date was wearing a gorgeous yellow gown that complimented her skin tone quite nicely.
Effortless is what you'd use to describe her, her hair was in its natural state, that complimented her face as she'd opted for only a layer of lip balm. Her beauty spoke for itself, there was no need for her to cover up, and though you could tell she knew that, she was also incredibly humble. When Wanda nervously introduced the pair of you, you realized hating her wasn't going to be an option, so you settled for polite conversation instead, and offered Wanda a soft smile. That night though you cried in Natasha's arms until you fell into a dehydrated stupor.
Every year since then she'd brought a new girl with her, they'd be having the time of their lives in one corner, usually making out within the hour, while you stood off to the side of whoever's place, nursing the drink in your hands, and wondering why she'd never be able to be yours in the way that she was all of theirs.
Last year's party was the final straw for your already breaking heart though when she waltzed in with Bucky's hands on her hips. Seeing your flimsy excuse of 'she just doesn't date her friends,' fall by the wayside hurt, like it left you metaphorically bleeding out for all to see. The sight of them all over one another left you in a constant state of nausea that you stupidly attempted to drown out in booze. In all your twenty five years of life you'd never been as drunk as you were that night, when your once massive heart shrunk into nothing.
Sure, you never outright made a move on her, but it was difficult with your differing school schedules, and her obvious inability to come to one of these parties alone that kept you quiet. Unwilling to lose her friendship, one that is twenty one years in the making, more than anything is what kept you the most silent about just how desperately you loved her. Even then, you knew your feelings were obvious, and at times you feel like she might've even played upon them to get you to make her life easier.
Like that time she ran her hands down your arms, giving you the best puppy dog expression while pleading with you to help her move into her house from her apartment. You'd been putty in her hands in the moment, and by the end of that day you were much the same as your limbs ached from doing all the lifting. Wanda knew you inside, and out, you wanted her to love you just the same, but you'd started to come to the realization over the year that her love for you would only ever be surface level. The revelation hurt, you like to believe it was a clarifying moment, but no one else agreed with just how devoted to work you've become, and how nonexistent you are in all of their lives.
This years bash was being held at the newly wedded couples house, which just so happens to include your best friend Natasha and her stunning wife, Maria. With a new baby in their care it only made sense that they hosted, and though you were thrilled for your godson's arrival, you'd yet to confirm with her that you were going to be there. Actually, you'd left everyone in the dark on your whereabouts this entire month. The group chat was nonstop flooded with messages directed at you, some invitations, others attempts to call you out in front of all to see if that would get a reply. The steady silence you offered your friends only urged them on, and for the messages to grow increasingly concerned with each passing day.
It's not that you didn't want to see all of them, because you always loved to play catch up, but you're just not sure your heart can handle another year of watching Wanda giggling while hanging off another's arm, the beaten down organ deserved a break, as did your liver. You'd had every intention of waiting until three hours before the event tomorrow to send off a text to the chat that you'd unfortunately be absent, but the incessant ringing of your phone told you Natasha had different plans for you.
As the phone continued to ring you felt your heartbeat quicken, the palms of your hands were clammy, and you took in a shaky breath before ensuring Natasha wasn't sent to your voicemail, because that would be catastrophic., "Are you coming tomorrow?," the dreaded question in lieu of a greeting fell from your best friends lips rather quickly, and your brain worked overtime to find a suitable answer, or better yet a pathetic lie., "Nat, I'm not feeling that great, I might just skip it this time."
You winced as she scoffed., "You listen here Y/L/N, lying, even through a phone call, will not get passed me. You can't avoid her forever, and quite frankly it makes no sense why you are. Just grow a pair and make a move, this pining nonsense must end, it's been nearly a decade."
"Nat, it's not that easy.," you groaned, a hand running down your face in frustration, you didn't get how Nat didn't understand that she would never feel that same love for you., "It's really just as easy as breathing Y/N/N, Wanda loves you, and there's no need to keep icing her out, making her question what it is she could've possibly done to make you disappear."
"I-Is she okay?," Nat frowned at the quiver in your voice, being stuck in the middle of this avoidable situation was exhausting for her obviously, but to hear your pain, while you only asked about her wellbeing gnaws at her heart., "No, because she misses you Y/N/N, she's been begging me for a reason why, and it's really hard not to tell her, she deserves the truth."
"Y/N Y/L/N! You better be coming! I'm tired of you taking my title as Scrooge away from me!," you snorted at the sudden, honest commentary coming from your best friends younger sister., "Tell me again how she bagged Kate Bishop?," you teased right back, smirking as you heard her gasp., "Because I am a 10/10 Y/N Y/L/N, and Kate Bishop is a beautiful puppy dog of a human that loves me even more than you love to do the pity partying all alone in your loft."
You heard the blonde groan, clearly Natasha had found her statement offensive, and you were honestly shocked to hear such a truth., "Seriously Y/N/N, you'll never know if you never talk to her, and if my spy like senses are as good as I know they are to be, then I know it'll be ending up where you want it to."
Her suggestive words brought you to roll your eyes, but you reasoned that it's probably best to listen to the redhead. After all, she's never not had your best interests at heart, and you too were honestly tired of your own pity partying. Either Wanda will reciprocate your love, or you'll get the final reality check you need, and be able to finally move on., "Okay, I'll do it."
You nervously chuckled as you listened to the loud roaring of cheers in the background, the happy couples were clearly all thrilled to have you potentially joining them for brunch soon., "Good, we'll see you lovebirds tomorrow.," Nat cheekily concluded with an exaggerated kiss sent through the phone, and you rolled your eyes as the dial tone met your ears.
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It was lightly snowing as you approached the front door to Wanda's two story house. Working in marketing really paid off for her, and even in your state of turmoil over the woman you smile fondly at the prospect of her having become as successful as she had. All those years she spent afraid to disappoint her parents who risked everything to bring her to the "land of opportunities," were a waste as she did just as you told her she would; she made it.
It makes the next moment where your hand is pounding into her wooden door a little easier. Knowing that if this does end in catastrophe, that at least she'll still have her successful life as you exit it, for some odd reason this brings you comfort as you stand there in your party attire, with her Christmas gift in your extremely shaky hand, and with your life changing confession on the tip of your tongue.
However, as the seconds tick by you realize she might've left already, so you turn to leave with a broken expression on your face, and just as you go to text Nat you weren't coming, having lost all your fight, you hear a loud creaking followed by a soft calling of your name., "Y/N?"
"I'll never feel you ; If I don't tell you.," while turning to face her you blurted out the reason you'd suddenly showed up at her door, only to be met with a frowning Sokovian., "This Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all.," it's not lost on you how sad she looks either, she's stood there in a pair of grey sweatpants, with reddened eyes that match the tip of her nose, but if you were to dwell on that for even a second you wouldn't get the words that have been killing you slowly for years out, and this would all have been for not., "What?"
"I'm not afraid to fall.," the muddled confession fully brought a confused Wanda into the moment; this was it, her chance to finally stop hiding her feelings for you in others, and to take the jump with you., "So, I'm at your door with nothing more, than those words I've never said."
"In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet.," as you said the words, it almost felt too corny, but you'd already committed to the gig., "Wrapped in red.," you extended your hands out, the little black gift box you held was securely closed with a red ribbon, and the brunette gently took it from your shaking hands, stopping only momentarily to offer you a reassuring squeeze.
With your lip caught between your teeth you waited for any sign of reciprocation, and you think it came as she pulled the top off of the box, gasping at the sight of the contents within. It was a collage of photos that you'd cut out, so many memories she'd let slip from her mind now sat before her, leaving her a bit nostalgic. Her fingers traced over a photo set of the two of you in particular, it was a photo booth strip from one of many trips to the mall you'd taken.
It was dated back to the Summer before high school started, and looking at the happiness radiating off of the both of you made her cheeks hurt as she couldn't help but to mirror your giddy smiles. This was the Summer that she knew you'd always be special to her, there was this indistinguishable warmth at the time to tell her this, but it wasn't until that Summer many years later when you held her as she cried over a guy that it had returned full force.
At the bottom of the framed collage you'd written your truth in French, Je t'aime., the one class the two of you always had together. Wanda's frown had gone, she smiled widely instead as she allowed your words to sink in, then her eyes shamelessly roamed your body. The form fitting black blouse, adorned in gold sparkles, tucked into the black slacks paired well with your red trench coat. Flecks of white clung to the material of your coat, and the poeticism of your words caused her to chuckle, only stopping when she saw your face fall.
"I'll never feel you.," she softly repeats your words, her hands reach out for you, a look of hope adorns her face, and she sighs when you settle your hands in hers. A squeal leaves you as she pulls your body flush to hers, moving her hands to cup your cheeks with a tenderness she'd always dreamed of offering you., "If I don't tell you.," she smirks at the sight of your widened eyes, and nervous lip biting., "That I love you too, I always have Y/N/N, I'm just sorry that I didn't say anything before, it was all so confusing, and I needed to be sure."
Instead of allowing her to ramble you leaned in to kiss her, something she reciprocated without a moment's hesitation. She slipped her hands from your cheeks, and clasped them together behind your neck to keep you against her. There was nowhere else either of you wanted to be than right here in this moment, kissing so passionately that you'd nearly run her out of breath. Once you'd reached that point she reluctantly pulled away, panting softly against your neck as she buried herself into you.
Wanda's wet lips pressed against the exposed skin of your neck, it was feather light, but it still managed to set your entire body ablaze., "Wanda.," you softly warned, but it fell on deaf ears as she pressed a more firm kiss over your pulse point, she didn't stop there either, her teeth sunk into your skin, pulling a moan from you that had her desperate for more of your mewling., "Detka, please, I need you so bad."
The tantalizing touch alone had you ready to take her, but adding the accented pet name was the icing on the cake. Wanda cheered when you spun her around by the strong hold you had on her hips, pushing her into her house, then as soon as you'd shut the door with your foot you spun her once more. A pleasurable groan left her lips when you slammed her into the door., "Tell me, just how much do you need me love?"
The question was in part rhetorical, your hand having slipped into her sweats already to see for yourself, but your other hand softly gripped her by the chin to make her hazy eyes focus on you., "Answer me love, I can't go on without an answer.," the obvious concern in your eyes had her melting even further into your touch., "Need you so bad mommy.," she pleaded, her cheeks rosy as can be as she whispered more., "I can't get off without you anymore, I have tried, but without listening to your voice on my phone I can't do it, I need you all the time."
"Fuck.," you groaned, her words alone had the pit in your lower belly tightening, but as soon as she granted you permission to touch her your fingers brushed over her panties to find her soaked beyond belief. All you'd done was kiss, and slam her into a wall, but she was still so turned on by just the thought of you that you couldn't help but to briefly marvel at the slick on your withdrawn fingers, the light reflecting off it only enhancing its abundance.
Wanda moaned in tandem with you as you settled your fingers into your mouth, the way she tasted already an addiction you knew you were soon to face., "Oh fucking hell my sweet girl, you taste so damn good.," your lips slammed into hers for a split second before you pulled back, staring into her doe eyes with an almost insatiable need behind your own orbs., "Undress yourself, and meet me in the room."
Wanda sprinted off, stumbling slightly as her eagerness to please left her to forget her legs were already feeling like jello in anticipation. You softly chuckled before entering her lower level bathroom, hanging your party clothes over her rack and leaving yourself in only a bra while you fastened yourself into the harness you brought just in case. With a nervous smile you looked yourself over once more before deeming yourself ready for this wild dream.
Once you made your way to her room you were in a state of blissful shock. Not only has she listened to you by undressing fully, she'd made sure to settle onto her knees on the mattress, facing the door with an innocent expression. Nothing about her was innocent, but the facade she was decidedly playing was fucking hot, and you were desperate to absolutely ruin her.
"Look at you honey, such a good girl for your mommy, sounds like you're due a reward.," the glint that crossed over her eyes told you she’d been expecting the offer, and though you were equally as intrigued to unrelentingly fuck her into the mattress, you also were more eager to taste her from the source., “However.,” you teased, watching the way the brunette’s throat constricted harshly to suppress her whines of disapproval., “I think since mommy’s had to wait so long to have you, that she should be rewarded first.,” her eyes sparkled with clear intrigue, and you gently pecked her lips.
“I want you to sit on my face baby, and while you do you’ll also be sucking my cock off.,” the way you hold steady eye contact with her while saying such dirty things causes her to whimper, and for her arousal to slowly drip down her spread open thighs and onto the mattress., “Don’t go wasting now my dear, come now.,” you beckoned her over with a curled finger, chuckling at the way she hurriedly crawled over to you, she leaned down to gently peck your lips, the love in her eyes shining through just long enough for the both of you to feel it before she takes her position above your face.
“Go on baby, be a good girl and serve mommy.,” she slowly lowered herself onto you, squeezing her thighs involuntarily as your tongue swipes through her folds, your moans travel directly to the pit of burning pressure settling within her., “Fuck, mommy, I-I.,” she tried to warn you that she wasn’t going to last very long, not that you needed such a heading, but then she whimpered as your hand came crashing into her ass, she was actually on the verge of tears as you held her above your face., “I said to serve me Wanda, your lips don’t need to be speaking to move, do what you’re told to do, get my cock ready like the eager slut we both know you are.”
Wanda found this side of you to be the hottest thing, you’d always been so sweet and soft, and to find out that you were her dream come true in the bedroom as well had her mind reeling at the future possibilities. Like on nights where you aren’t pressed for time, she whines around your strap as the ideas don’t cease to drive her even crazier, her hips buck down into your face as she loses all her sense of reason, but you decide to let her bodies defiance slide for now. There will always be room for punishment in the days to come, and with how her cunt clenched around nothing due to your filthy words you just know she’ll be living for it.
Wanda’s screams of pleasure are muffled as you buck your hips up in search of your own release now, deliciously gagging her, all the while continuously lapping at the her sensitive folds in desperate need to ensure you got every last bit of her orgasm that wasn’t on your face., “Fuck, mommy’s so close baby, keep going and soon enough I’ll fill this pussy of yours, mm.,” Wanda moaned as her head bobbed even faster with the promises of relief, pools of drool were now coating the base of your strap, while tears that bordered on a mix of pain and pleasure slid down her red cheeks due to your overall roughness. Her hands pushed down on the base of your strap, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you screaming into her cunt, and writhing beneath her in pleasure.
Once you’d been able to regain a semblance of composure you crawled over to Wanda’s form that was sprawled out beside you with a dopey smile., “You did such a good job baby, you think we have time for your reward?,” she looked to you as if you were crazy., “The party starts in thirty, I’m not sure if we have time.,” Wanda’s lip jutted out into a pitiful pout that you were quick to kiss away., “I’m just teasing, being late’s always been your brand Wands.,” you winked, but before she could protest your lies—hard cold facts—you were slipping right into her glistening entrance, stretching her walls out beautifully, and pulling short gasps from her as she adjusted to being filled.
The room became rather hot as you pounded the blabbering woman into the mattress, the sounds of your grunts, coupled with her moans and the squelching wetness of her cum soaked pussy had the space sounding like a well funded porno studio. Thin layers of sweat sheened over the both of your bodies as you continuously rutted your strap deeply into her in the hopes of getting her to her fourth, and likely final climax of the steamy evening.
“Mm, so close, please mommy, can I cum?,” you grunted against her neck as your thrusts power increased at the sound of her pleading., “Let go for mommy, be a good girl, and let me hear you fucking scream my name.,” the hoarseness in her voice only made it that much hotter as your title choppily spilled from her throat, the pit in your lower abdomen burst in tandem with hers as her nails dug so deeply into your shoulder blades that you could feel warm, fresh blood trickling down your skin., “Fuck, you did so good baby, so fucking good.,” she whimpered as you pulled out of her, but you settled her with your lips on hers in a sloppy kiss before you then collapsed into her.
Wanda tiredly smiled up at you, the love she’d been consumed with for years was finally coming to the light, and the longer you stared back at her with a soft smile of your own the more the overwhelming emotions consumed her., “I-I.,” she stuttered, your face fell at the obvious signs of distress, part of you feared she was starting to regret this moment shared, and your heart couldn’t be made to deal with that., “What’s wrong honey?,” she couldn’t speak, but the worry in your eyes needed quelling so she pulled you down by your cheeks, kissing you rather sloppily, but nonetheless calming down with the weight of you settled atop of her.
“I love you Y/N, please don’t go.,” you found her fear to be unsettling, as if this was going to be some one and done situation., “I need you, I can’t live without you, this month was torture.”
“I’m not going anywhere Wands, I’m yours if you’ll have me.,” you gently scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom where you held her close while preparing a warm shower for the both of you., “I’ll have you forever then.,” she whined into your neck, hands securing herself tightly against your shoulder in a show of possession that made your heart flutter., “Forever it is then my love.,” you stepped into the shower, your lips finding hers to seal the deal before you cleaned the both of you up.
Wanda glared at you as the two of you stumbled into the Romanoff household late. Not only were the marks on your collarbones obvious, but so was the shake in her legs., “They’re going to tease us Y/N.,” she groaned, only making you laugh even harder., “Yeah, they will, but who knows, they might be too happy that we finally figured us out that they’ll take it easy on us.,” she deadpanned in your direction., “Yeah right, this is Natasha and Yelena we’re talking about, we’re doomed.”
Doomed you were indeed, because the sisters wouldn’t relent as they asked you every type of question one would deem inappropriate., “Who’s the top then?,” Yelena asked, causing Wanda’s cheeks to redden, giving herself away, and groaning as the teasing commenced.
Natasha looked over at you while the two of them bickered with an ‘I told you so’ smirk plastered on her smug face as she casually sipped her beer, you rolled your eyes while flipping the woman off, but made sure to convey your appreciation with a soft smile., “What are best friends for?,” she teased while walking passed you., “Babysitting duty this weekend is what.,” she added with a wink, evading your hand trying to slap her, and cackling as she left your astonished form behind to ponder how you even owed her this.
Then you looked over to Wanda, who was now holding the sleeping little guy, and you smiled at the sight. Like a glimpse into the future, and you did indeed have the redhead to thank for it.
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Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
❤️Kaitlyn🎄
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captainenjolras · 1 year
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Hi! Prompt idea here! I love domestic parent Blackhill and SHIELD canteen Blackhill fics if you're up for some!! No worries if not. I hope you get over your writers block!!
Hello! Thank you so much! I’m a sucker for the domestic/parents troupe! Hope you enjoy!
Starlight
You know, it really would be nice to get a full night of sleep. That clearly wasn’t going to happen anymore.
Sasha was a relatively easy baby during the day; ate well, never fused, slept through her naps- honestly, she was a pure Angel. At least until the sun went down. When night rolled around, for some reason unknown to Nat and Maria, the crying would start. They had Bruce do a few examinations, worried that something could be wrong, but all the test came back clear.
“So how come she won’t sleep,” asked Maria, bouncing her currently peaceful daughter gently in her arms. Bruce shrugged.
“Sometimes baby’s just cry. There’s not a lot you can do about it. Me and Thor didn’t sleep for the first two months for Freya.”
“Wow, thanks for that reassuring story-“
“Thank you, Bruce,” interjected Nat, knowing that Maria was to exhausted to watch her tone. “You did everything you could.”
“If you two need anything, let me know,” said Bruce with a sheepish smile. He watched as the women left his lab, a twinge of guilt in his chest.
And so, Maria and Nat did all they could to try and keep Sasha asleep. When the stuffed animals didn’t work, they moved to white noise. When that didn’t work, they tried a lavender diffuser. That didn’t work either. It seemed that no matter what they did, Sasha could not make it through the night without crying.
“I don’t understand,” sighed Nat, rocking her crying daughter back and forth while Maria poured her another cup of coffee, “what are we doing wrong?”
“I don’t think it’s us, babe. I mean, Bruce said-“
“Yes, I know what Bruce said! Jeez…I’m sorry, hun, I’m just-“
“It’s alright, Nat.”
Maria pressed a soft kiss to her wife’s brow before holding out her arms, silently offering to hold Sasha. Nat passed her over before taking a long sip of pure caffeine.
“Nat, that’s my mug.”
“Crap- sorry-“
“It’s ok-“
“Wait, I thought my mug was the black one?”
“No, mine is black. Yours is off black.”
“Maria, I love you, but what the hell is ‘off black?’”
“Watch your mouth, Sasha’s gonna pick up on what you say!”
“Sasha can’t even sit up by herself yet!”
Maria mumbled something under her breath, sitting down at the kitchen island next to Nat. She shook her head.
“I think we’re both going crazy.”
Nat snorted, a smirk graving her lips.
“You think?”
The two looked down at their daughter, who’s crying was still going strong. Maria sighed.
“…I wonder if this has anything to do with what happened,” she whispered, hugging Sasha closer. Nat bit her lip.
They had adopted Sasha after a mission over seas. Her parents had been killed by Hydra, and she was found alone in her crib by Nat. The moment she saw her, she informed the team, who passed the information along to SHIELD. With in five minutes, backup arrived to escort Nat and the baby into the helicarrier. After a week of searching for any potential living family, it was confirmed that Sasha was now in fact completely alone.
Something about the whole situation hit Nat harder than she expected. She knew what it was like to grow up without a family. An orphan. Alone. She couldn’t just let this baby be taken away and tossed from home to home. So, after long discussions with Maria and SHIELD, the couple officially adopted Sasha. The became mothers to a beautiful, strong little girl overnight.
And yet Nat couldn’t shake that terrible feeling.
“…I hope it doesn’t.”
Maria scanned her wife’s face, sensing that dread she rarely discussed.
“Hey,” she whispered, nudging Nat’s shoulder slightly, “she’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna be ok. Alright?”
“…Alright.”
“You’re a great mother, Nat. Sasha adores you.”
Nat nodded, sinking further into her seat. After a moment of comforting silence, Maria stood up suddenly.
“You ok?”
“I have an idea!”
Without a word, Maria ran to the cabinet and pulled out a strainer. She headed to the nursery, Nat close behind her.
“What are you doing?”
“Go grab the flashlight in the hallway closet,” commanded Maria, ignoring Nat’s question. With great confusion, the spy did as told.
She came back into the nursery, instantly having Sasha deposited into her arms. Maria sat on the ground, turning the flashlight to its highest setting. She faced it up, put the strainer over the top, and-
“Woah…”
Faux stars filled the room. Almost instantly, Sasha’s attention was caught. She gazed around the room, teary eyes wide and small mouth agape. Then, she did something they didn’t expect.
She started laughing.
“How’d you do that,” asked Nat, looking down at Maria as Sasha reached her arms up as if to grasp the lights. She shrugged.
“My dad used to do this when I was little. He said it always helped calm me down.”
The women watched as slowly but surely, Sasha settled down. Soon enough, she was asleep. Nat placed her hesitantly in her crib, holding her breath as she backed away. She remained asleep.
“Holy shit…”
“Langu-“
“-Language, yeah…I can’t believe that worked.”
“Heh, what can I say,” smirked Maria, “I’m getting the hang of this whole ‘mom’ thing.”
Nat silently sat down next to her wife, staring up at the ceiling of flashlight stars.
“Maybe we could get some of those glow in the dark stickers for her. That might work.”
“I’ll get those first thing in the morning.”
“I’ll get them- you already did this.”
“Natasha, it’s not that big of-“
“Hush and let me do it…I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Maria rested her head against Nat’s shoulder, both of them gazing up at the night sky they had made.
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Maria: Babe, what's with this new creepy mug? What happened to our normal mugs?
Nat: What creepy mug? The bunny mug?
Maria: Yes the bunny mug! It's creepy!!
Nat: It's cute!!
Maria: This is not cute!! Looks like it's coming to attack me!
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Nat muttering: Attack you with kisses...
Nat speaking more loudly and a little bit wounded: It's so you remember that some bunny loves you very much.
Maria: ... It's still kinda aggressive
Nat, exasperated: Because it's me!! I'm the bunny!!
Maria, softening and taking Nat into her arms: Oh, babe, it's really sweet. I'll think of you when I use it. Thank you. It's very sweet.
Nat: I'm the bunny...
Maria: You are the bunny.
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movieaddictdoctor · 4 years
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I saw a prompt and this just came to me. Blackhill drabble with a surprise guest ahead.
Gunshots echoed around the range as Natasha emptied another clip. She was there to clear her head by focusing on a simple task, but she wasn’t even focused on the gun or the target anymore. Her hands worked from muscle memory, and her mind went back to the fight she had with Maria.
It was a stupid fight, so stupid that she couldn’t remember what had started it, only that it ended with her saying things she didn’t mean, just to inflict her some pain, but in the end, she was hurting too.
They hadn’t talked in two weeks, which was something Natasha didn’t expect to affect her this much, but it did. She was snappier to the recruits, more than usual, her tolerance with Tony and Bruce’s shenanigans had significantly fallen, and she couldn’t sleep anymore. She never thought that she’d miss anyone sleeping next to her, but she missed Maria, and how easy Maria made sleeping through the night without nightmares.
The stopping gunshots brought her out of her trance, and she realized that she was squeezing the trigger on an empty clip. Luckily, no one was around to see it, as for the last couple of weeks, people have been giving her a wider berth than usual. Her sour mood could be noticed a mile away.
‘Two weeks’ she thought to herself. Two weeks since Maria started giving her the cold shoulder by not talking to her, or even acknowledge her presence whenever they were inadvertently near each other. It made Natasha‘s heart ache, to see that change. As if they were still in the beginning of their relationship.
But not if she could help it.
Decision came easy: Go up to Maria’s house and apologize. Do anything necessary to get back to where they were.
What can go wrong, right?
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Subway station was a short walk away from Maria’s house, and Natasha slowly walked it by reciting everything she wanted to say. The cold air made her snuggle into her leather jacket more, and the wind was messing up her hair, but she didn’t have time to fix it as she spotted Maria on the curb in front of her house, leaning her back to a really old red Mustang.
“Maria.” Natasha said, trying a soft smile. “Maria, I...”
Maria turned to her with a surprised expression on her face. She was wearing a large overcoat, and her attire was more slack than Natasha was used to, but she didn’t dwell on it. 
“It’s actually great that I caught you outside, because I wasn’t sure if you’d answer the door when you saw me there.”
“Wh-“ Maria started to say, but Natasha didn’t let her talk by taking a step forward.
“Just... Just let me talk first, or I won’t be able to find the courage again.”
Maria looked uncomfortable, glancing between Natasha and the house door behind them. Natasha took it as a sign that Maria was looking for a way out of this conversation, but she wasn’t about to let it.
“Look, I’m sorry about the way I behaved. I didn’t mean any of the things that I said. It’s just...” Natasha took a deep breath and continued. “I was just afraid off... off feeling this close to someone. You know my history. I was just afraid that everything was somehow gonna go wrong again, so I panicked. I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry...”
Natasha took another step forward, and leaned towards Maria, closing the distance between them. Their lips touched, and alarms started going off in Natasha’s head that something was very very wrong. She stepped back from the kiss, noticing how ‘Maria’ was also leaning as back as possible to the car behind her, then she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Natasha?”
Natasha turned towards the sound, and felt as if boiling hot water had just poured on top of her head. It was Maria, in a dark blue suit with her hair set free.
“What are you doing here?” Maria took the stairs and stepped on the curb, looking intently at Natasha.
Natasha turned behind, towards the car, and there was still another Maria, the first one who she’d just kissed. She started going back and forth between them with wide open eyes.
“What-?”
“Hi.” The first Maria said, wiping Natasha’s lipstick from her lips with the back of her hand. “Dex Parios.” She reached a hand out. “Maria’s twin sister. From the look on your face I assume she hasn’t talked about me before.”
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pumpkinnubbin · 5 years
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Oh god can I request something Blackhill (1. Watching a storm roll through), because I really love your writing😊
Of course you can, love! I was going to just have them cozy up at home but that didn’t happen
Here is the list of prompts
Neither Maria nor Natasha are prepared for the sudden storm that catches them while they’re out on a walk. They’re still twenty minutes away from their apartment when the rain starts. It’s just a few droplets at first, then a downpour not two minutes later. Natasha laughs at the grumpy face Maria makes (which is only made better by her hair already sticking to her cheeks) and takes her hand before running for shelter. Maria doesn’t stumble at the tug and follows her, smiling to herself. Natasha looks genuinely excited about the weather and she loves seeing her so carefree. It helps that the rain makes her already wavy hair even curlier because Maria’s always had a weakspot for it.
They find a café that isn’t packed yet but they’re both already drenched and still giggling betweem themselves. Natasha pushes some wet strands of hair out of her face to see and Maria picks at the sleeves stuck to her arms. She hates being this wet but at least it’s warm where they are now and it’s honestly not so bad when Natasha beams at her over it.
They order some hot chocolate to warm up and Natasha grabs them seats by the window so they can watch the storm pass. Natasha’s always enjoyed doing it; be it a thunderstorm or a snowstorm or just a downpour. She loves watching the rain hit the streets, hear it pour against windows. She loves watching the trees sway with the wind and the way people run for somewhere dry. Natasha loves storms. Maria noticed it even before they started dating, when she would find Natasha glued to the windows on the Helicarrier to watch a storm pass below them.
Maria watches her rather than the rain outside, a fond smile on her face. Natasha has both hands wrapped around her mug, absently blowing into it to cool down the beverage enough to drink it. Maria does the same when she starts shivering a little from her drenched clothes. Natasha turns her head when she notices. She’s not bothered by the cold as much as Maria but she’s feeling it too and she can’t wait to get home and cozy up in a nice hoodie and a blanket, curling up into Maria for even more warmth.
They sit and drink together, watching people outside struggling to hold onto their umbrellas as the wind picks up. The downpour becomes more violent for a few minutes and it’s almost impossible to see all the way to the other side of the road. Natasha smiles. She’s too wet for her liking but she’s still enjoying this. Maria finishes her hot chocolate first. Natasha turns her head again to beam at her and Maria takes the chance to cup her cheeks with her still warm hands. Natasha closes her eyes and her smile turns softer just as the rain lets up a little. Maria places a kiss on her temple before letting go again so Natasha can finish her own drink. She leans into Maria with no regard to their wet clothes and rests her head against her shoulder for a minute. Maria likes storms because they make Natasha cuddlier than usual and she gets to enjoy more moments like these, even when they’re not in the comfort of their own home.
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Hot coco With BlackHill? X
Maria stood over her stove, her dark hair hanging loose. She stirred the slowly melting chocolate pieces into the milk mixture in the pot, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as if she were solving a complicated math equation instead of just making a decadent drink. Nat quietly wrapped her arms around Maria's waist and laid her head on her shoulder. Maria instantly relaxed, leaning into the red head's embrace.
"Hot cocoa?," Nat inquired, placing a small kiss on the other women's neck.
"Yes, very observant of you, Romanoff."
Nat let out a small huff of laughter as she pulled away so that Maria could ladle the hot beverage into two mugs for them. She reached up to Maria's cabinets and pulled down a bag of limited edition hot cocoa marshmallows she had bought her.
Maria handed her the mug and Nat dropped in two of the marshmallows.
"That's an abomination," Maria stated with a snort as she sipped at her own drink.
"It's hot-cocoa-ception," Nat returned with a cheeky grin.
She leaned over to kiss Maria softly.
"What was that for?"
"A thank you," the spy nonchalantly replied, raising her mug with a wink, "for the cocoa of course."
@lgbt-alex-16, thank you! I hope this satisfies.
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lovelyirony · 5 years
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BlackHill + 14 please? ❤️
please remember to send in the full prompt, as no more sent in after this round will be filled 
things you said after you kissed me 
Maria doesn’t do romance. She hasn’t done it since she was seventeen, thought she had to have at least some experience, and asked Myra Keening on a date. She was the only girl who Maria found pretty, but her conversation was…lacking. After that, she just couldn’t find time for romance. Why need it? She had dental benefits, and she had fun coffee mugs that she found. 
And then Natasha. She was a kink in the works, a woman who frustrated and endeared Maria. 
Natasha was wonderful. She was funny, she was nice, and she could keep up with how much work Maria did. They often worked out together in the gyms, challenged each other. They had coffee, had lunch, but it was always just that. To be completely honest, Maria was afraid of changing that. 
Everyone says you can go back to being friends. Maybe you could. Maria feels like she couldn’t go back, because Natasha would know, and it would suck. 
So. No confession until she’s absolutely sure, dying, or both. She hopes it’s not both. 
There’s a party. New Year’s, something SHIELD tends to celebrate after all the paperwork is filed properly and everyone is called back from missions. Usually, Maria doesn’t go. She prefers to have wine in her apartment and time movies correctly so that when the clock hits midnight, she gets a message for the year. This year’s movie was supposed to be Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame. 
She gets a text from Natasha. 
being dragged 2 nye party. pls save me. i’m boreddddd 
so? you could escape, nat. 
not from phil. he’s so…responsible. and guilt-tripping 
you should’ve cut your emotions out years ago like the rest of us did 
Maria pauses, looking at her closet. 
be there in ten. 
She decides to wear one of her brighter dresses. Usually, she’s a bit more subdued in uniform/outfit choices. Bold colors make you stand out, the darker ones ensure you blend in. But maybe she wants to be noticed. It’s a nice dress. She got it fifty percent off. 
Maria walks into the room, a little bit uncomfortable. Some of the agents are just outright glancing, which is basically the same as staring in SHIELD terms. Maria glides to the bar, ordering a margarita. She’s going to need one if she wants to survive this. She should’ve just declined and been alone. 
“There you are!” Natasha declares. She has some fruity drink in her hand. “We’re trying to get Coulson drunk enough to dance. May said she’s only done it once, and it was with your help. You up for it?” 
She has fun with Natasha. Maria tells her stories about Coulson, about May. Stories that are in friendship, in fun. Natasha laughs, and Maria knows she wouldn’t mind hearing that again. Maybe over a dinner. 
They do get Coulson drunk enough to attempt dancing. Natasha solemnly documents it. 
“I owe you so much, Maria. So much.” 
“I’m sure I’ll find a way.” 
“Please do.” 
New Year’s Eve kiss is still a thing. Most agents just bring their significant others, or they kiss others on the cheek or hand. 
Natasha isn’t like most agents. She and Maria are to the side, talking about some bullshit update in the handbook for field agents and the cheering starts. 
“Ugh, I forgot about the countdown,” Maria mutters. Natasha watches her look towards the other couples, watching them smile at each other. 
Natasha’s been coming to terms with her feelings. Mainly because she’s not used to feeling like…like she does with Maria. Like she could spend hours with her watching paint dry, or just doing the most mundane things. 
“You want a New Year Eve’s kiss?” Natasha says abruptly. “I want one. From you.” 
“You sure?” Maria asks. 
“Of course. You’re the best, Maria.” 
It feels good. Right. Not the sparks-flying Hollywood sells, but all the same fantastic. Maria grins, smiling at Natasha. 
“There’s this restaurant down the street open twenty-four seven. Wanna see if it’s busy?” 
It’s never spoken officially. But they both know what the other wants, and both are comfortable talking it out. New Year’s Eve kisses are their tradition, as well as the restaurant. 
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natashablackdowfics · 4 years
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This charming little fic was my first introduction to both BlackHill and Liho, Natasha’s adorable little cat, and now I have fallen in love with both. A charming, fluffy romance, perfect for moments of relaxation.
Summary:
Maria does three tours of cat sitting duty before she and Romanoff come to be on a first name basis. She claims a whole shelf in the pantry and sneaks in two more cat mugs too.
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mugbarista · 5 years
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OTP ask meme: Blackhill/Martasha
Which one sexts like a straight white boy?
Natasha, usually when Maria is in a meeting with every head of State in the world. Maria pretends to be annoyed but it helps through the boredom and the need for a lobotomy.
Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?
Natasha. Maria saw them as a kid and knows what to expect, Natasha doesn’t. The first time they see Lilo&Stitch together, Natasha turns to Maria with teary eyes, pokes her on the shoulder and quietly says “he said they’re family, Masha, he found a family even though he believed himself to be a monster, she loves him even if he’s capable of terrible things” and Maria (she’ll deny this on her dying bed) tears up a bit too.
Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
Maria! She has 10-15 minutes after she wakes up (alarm at 6am because she’s still an army child and waking up that early gets things done, but she does not like mornings) she is on auto pilot. One morning she puts cold coffe in her mug, her breakfast ready beside it, turns around, opens the microwave, then reaches back, and puts the fork in instead of the mug. Natasha laughs her ass off because she is awake and alert as soon as she stands up (being a Red Room child isn’t quite as fun)
Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?
Natasha!!!! She LOVES to sneak up on Maria, to prove her she’s a cool ninja who can sneak up on anyone. Maria notices her sometimes, like she can almost feel Natasha’s presence, but still lets her believe her she’s flawless because nobody else ever notices anyway.
Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
Maria, obviously Maria, because Natasha has grown up in Russia, she’s like a portable radiator, she sleeps in shorts in winter and even though Chicago is cold it isn’t that much colder than New York, so she still gets cold hands and feet and likes to warm them respectively on Natasha‘s belly and under her knees. She’s an asshole like that.
Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?
BOTH. They had three days off and prepared everything to go sightseeing but then once they got comfortable in the house they woke up the next morning, turned on the TV, and watched The Great British Bake Off without pause for 72 hours. They’re not sorry.
Who laughs more during sex?
Maybe Natasha (Maria thaught Natasha that sex can be fun, that it’s supposed to be fun, and that sound Maria makes sometimes just make her wanna laugh with liberation and freedom), maybe both, maybe neither (this is a really tough one)
WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?
Natasha usually, she feels safer than ever there. But when Maria gets injured (we’re talking even a scratch) she insist on holding her because she likes to think Maria feels safe there too. Maria always feels safe when Natasha sleeps next to her (her girlfriend IS a super spy after all) no matter the position they’re sleeping in.
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After not being able to decide on a color for this weird dish...thing 😳, I decided to use a mishmash of all my almost empty brush glazes. May be a disaster, may be awesome. Oh yeah and thats Princess Merlin in the back staring me down. #ceramics #potterylife #potteryart #potterywheel #pottery #potterymaking #ceramicartist #artist #artsagram #artlover #mug #mugshot #coffee #tea #mudlife #gift #giftforhim #giftforher #christmasgift #giftidea #blackhills #southdakota #localartist #smallbusiness #dishware #cooking #kitchendecor
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sylvanas-girlkisser · 7 years
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For the Blackhill meme [4/6] Headcanons
part 1 part 2 part 3
After S.H.I.E.L.D. fell Maria slipped into depression, and Natasha was the only one to realize.
“I swear to god Stark, if you don’t get out of my way right this instant, I won’t be held accountable for my own actions!”
“Wow what’s got you in aaaaaaaarhj!-“ Whatever Tony had meant to say was interrupted by him getting slammed into the ground as the Black Widow vaulted over him.
Natasha noticed more than most, especially when it concerned her wife, and she had instantly noticed that she hadn’t shown up to the party.
It used to be that Maria was never late, after going private that became less of a concern for her.
A lot of things became less of a concern for Maria after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell.
The other avengers hadn’t noticed, Hill was good at conceal don’t feel.
However there was no way the Maria Hill she knew and loved would ever be 32 minutes late, which could only mean one thing, she wasn’t coming.
The call went to voice mail, Natasha braced herself for the worst. “Maria if you don’t answer within 3 minutes I will assume you’re either dead or kidnapped and act accordingly.” She sneered into the phone.
2 minutes and 41 seconds later, she got a text. “I’m fine, just tired, decided to stay home, Pepper said it was okay.”
So not only had Maria decided to skip work (a work party was still work to Maria), but she hadn’t told her wife about her decision.
Natasha was expecting things to be bad. Problem was, it wasn’t the kind of bad she was trained to.
Hill being kidnapped she could fix. Hill sitting on her couch, wearing sweatpants while eating ice cream, and watching The L-Word, that she wasn’t trained for.
She sat down next to her wife, and tried to gauge her mood.
Hill was sad, a different deeper kind of sad than the kind she struggled with every day.
This wasn’t the kind that made her forget eating, or train until she passed out, this was the kind that made her give up.
Natasha wanted so bad to push, to try and coax the answer out of her.
Natasha also knew that wouldn’t work, Maria was good at closing up.
Instead she sat and waited, making sure that Maria knew, the moment she was ready to talk, her wife was there for her.
That took about 3 and a half episodes.
“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m doing?” Maria asked her voice coated with the sting of betrayal.
“Looks like you’re watching trashy tv and eating icecream.” Natasha shrugged, Maria wasn’t looking for sympathy, she was looking for an outlet for her anger.
“Close, I’m acclimatizing to civilian life, seeing as my career as a soldier is apparently over.” And just like that the anger had been replaced with melancholy.
“C’mon moye solnyshko, don’t say it like that, it’s just a bit of bad weather.” Maria leaned in closer as Natasha spoke, Natasha wrapped her hands experimentally around her. She didn’t know if Maria was going to cry, really neither of them did.
“That’s what I thought too, but then Fury got S.H.I.E.L.D. back on and running, made Coulson the director, and fired me... So I guess I should just be happy for my job at SI.” Maria’s breathing was a little staggered, Natasha was seething on the inside.
Maria had built up her entire life around S.H.I.E.L.D., given up 10 years of her life working for Fury, and sleeping 4 hours on a good night.
This was how they thanked her? By throwing her away when she stopped being useful, it rang a little too close to home for Natasha.
Maria and Natasha can go days without talking to each other, even when they're spending time together
The tv was softly blaring when Natasha woke up.
Liho was softly purring on Maria’s pillow
All in all it was a soft sort of morning.
She passed by Maria on her way into the kitchen, and gave her shoulder a light squeeze.
Maria looked up from her work, and smiled sweetly at Natasha.
Honestly how was Natasha not supposed to kiss her after that.
Maria’s face grew mock sullen, right should probably have brushed teeth before kissing wife.
A quick trip to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush, and she could finally get to the most important part of the day: morning coffee.
Except the pot was empty.
Natasha stuck her head into the living room and glared at Maria. Who saluted her with a mug full of tea, and a mischievous smirk.
The pack of coffee grounds was staring at her from atop the cupboards.
Natasha shook her head, and cursed her wife’s superhuman height, or perhaps her own lack of same.
Well it was going to take more than that to keep the Black Widow from her coffee.
When they first moved in together Maria had tried to stop her from climbing on furniture, she had quickly realized that was a lost cause.
Balancing one foot on the kitchen mixer (it had been a gift from Laura), and the other on a shelf in the cereal cupboard, she could just about reach it.
Maria chose that moment to make her presence known by loudly slurping tea.
Natasha looked over her shoulder and they winked at each other.
It was both teasing (“what you really think a cupboards going to defeat the Black Widow?” “We’ll know in a few won’t we?”) and a reassurance (“Relax I got this.” “I know, but if you don’t I’m here for you.”)
While Natasha waited for the coffee to brew, she sat on the kitchen table with her legs wrapped around her wife’s waist and her lips locked with those of her wife.
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Nat buys this mug for herself after a really messy mission that leaves Maria with a mountain of paperwork.
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It's the only thing that brings a smile to Maria's face when she sees Nat enter her office drinking from it while she's doing paperwork. Nat's smirk serves as an apology, or the best Maria's gonna get.
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ao3feed-mcufemslash · 7 years
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Stubborn but Cute [Fridge #1]
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2lMMGhl
by SarcasticMusician
Don't mess with the tiny assassin or her mugs.
Words: 1496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Growing Up Laughing
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Natasha Romanova, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers
Relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: blackhill - Freeform, Don't call Nat a goblin, Humor, Nat can be a bit stubborn, Maria just want's to have breakfast with her girlfriend is that too much to ask??, AKA don't touch Nat's mugs
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2lMMGhl
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pumpkinnubbin · 5 years
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*leaves a mug of coffee and syrup as encouragement to write ficlets because you’re stories are awesome. Also, don’t actually drink syrup and coffee. It might actually kill you*
Aww, thank you 🥰🥰🥰
I steer clear of coffee anyway because it puts me to sleep and coffee and syrup still sounds really gross 😂 Thank you, anon! I will definitely start writing ficlets to all those cool Blackhill things I get sent <3
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