Maria convinced you to get one, now she can’t get her tongue off of it
You mentioned once to her your fantasy of being bred
You had a mission with Natasha and had to share a bed in the hotel, the second you got home Maria was all over you, ensuring no one would forget you’re hers
Maria waking up to you already eating your favorite breakfast: her.
The video she sends you when you left early that morning to go running with Steve
Maria whispered in your ear to meet her in the cleaning closet during her break, and you always listened to her orders
Stepmom!Maria couldn’t wait the full 2 hours until you came home so she picked you up from your friends house early, claiming it couldn’t wait.
She didn’t understand what was going on with her, all she knew was that she needed her mommy to help
Maria accepted your fear of having sex so soon, especially with how strict your mother Natasha was. But once you gave in, she couldn’t help but admire and taste your cunt for hours
Maria promised she’d up your grade if you just grinded a little on her thigh, that’s the only reason you did it!
“You’re telling me you’ve never been eaten out before?” Best friend!Maria just couldn’t let you go any longer without trying it, she only wanted to help…
“Mommy’s had such a long day dealing with idiots who don’t know how to listen…you’ll be a good girl for me and just sit there and take what mommy gives you, right?”
You both know you’ll never work out since you’ve broken up over 5 times, yet you both still can’t get away from each other
Your husband went away again, and his boss came over instantly. Maria couldn’t help but grind on your lap as she smiles at you in the mirror, already planning on how to get you alone again
Ever since Maria got her own office at SHIELD, you’ve visited her every single day
summary — when wanda first proposed making you cum in front of her friends, you’d thought she’d been joking, but when maria and carol come over for your annual halloween movie night, you realize she wasn’t at all
warning(s) — established relationship, heavy dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, teasing, cum tasting, finger sucking, make out session, nipple stimulation/torture, orgasm control/delay, unintentional edging, fingering, clit stimulation, alludes to maria being dommy, carol and maria watch, possessiveness, eventual orgasm, soft aftercare, brief domestic fluff/cuteness, men/minors dni
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The fabric of your panties had once felt soft against your skin, comfortable and easy as you slid through the house on sock covered feet, preparing for a movie night with your girlfriends and two of their friends. It had become something of a tradition, a soft moment to look forward to in a life overwise filled with chaos and constant movement. Tonight, you’d thought you’d be cuddled up close to Natasha, holding onto Wanda’s hand as you watched Coraline and countless other films that had always inspired spooky feelings in your heart, but when Natasha had steered you away from the wardrobe, declaring that your outfit was enough on its own despite the nakedness of your uncovered stature in frilly panties with a dull pink bow sewn onto the waistband and a lacey top that matched so sweetly, that soft cotton fabric between your legs had very quickly become damp with persistent arousal and anticipation; no longer comfortable as every time you shifted in place, you were reminded of your desperate state and unwavering vulnerability.
Maria and Carol had been right on time, barging straight into the quaint albeit perfectly cozy apartment that you, Wanda, and Natasha shared whenever they weren’t crashing in safe houses and Shield facilities off the grid. They’d hardly even glanced in your direction as they barrelled through the door, something that was odd and had your belly twisting with wild emotions and sensations, especially when you came to realize why they were acting as if you weren’t there at all. This had been something brought up in passing conversation one night, merely a wild fantasy that Wanda had shared after coming back from a grueling solo mission. You had always known that she was on the kinkier side, especially out of you and Natasha, but hearing about how she wanted to show you off to her friends, wanted to stake her claim with you in front of an audience of your most trusted acquaintances, had you eagerly agreeing to her little fantasy. That’s all that you thought it would be, a fantasy that stayed within the walls of your shared bedroom, but then Natasha brought it up last week, and now here you were, sat on the couch between both of your girlfriends, your naked thighs glimmering beneath the ambient lighting of the television as one of them held your hand, and the other stroked your inner thigh as if you were nothing more than a priceless object to flaunt.
Your cheeks were heated with flushed humiliation and undeniable arousal, the center of your panties damp and darkened, although thankfully hidden from view yet not ignored entirely. Every few minutes, when you had been led to believe that Natasha’s heavy, possessive, hand wouldn’t rise any further up your thigh, she would stretch her fingers outward and fiddle with the lace edges of your panties, pulling the elastic material away from the crevice of your thigh only to let it snap back into place like a broken record that wouldn’t stop skipping. Wanda squeezed your hand occasionally, reminding you of her steady presence beside you on the couch, but even that did little to quell your racing thoughts as you tracked the way both Carol and Maria traced the outlines of your pebbled nipples through the dainty tank top adorning your torso and upper half.
After a while, yet only midway through Coraline which nobody was really paying any attention to, Natasha grew bolder in her ministrations with your wanting body, and as a result, the flush plastered across your cheeks and ears became darker with bated arousal and humiliation. That soft, tantalizing touch on the insides of your thighs became curious fingers sweeping through your sodden folds, prodding at your aching clit and pressing against your wanting entrance that begged to suck her fingers in despite your greatest attempts to remain unbothered and unaware. You hadn’t thought it could get any worse, any more humiliating, but just as you got used to Natasha’s cold touch against your hot cunt desperate for relief, she retraced her fingers, instead holding them up to the light for Wanda and her friends to marvel at.
As she pulled her fingers apart, revealing stringy ropes of warm arousal clinging to her knuckles and the pads of her delicately scarred fingertips, a whine of mortification fell off of your cat clenched tongue and into the air thick with tension and lust, though like before and every minute since both Carol and Maria had stepped inside the apartment, you were ignored entirely by the onlookers who caught a glimpse at your most vulnerable headspace typically reserved for Wanda and Natasha exclusively. “Well would you look at that. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the little slut likes being shown off.”
A pitiful whine fell off of your lips as Natasha rubbed her fingers together for everyone in the room to see, making an extravagant show of your glistening moisture that dirtied her fingertips. Your face fell into Wanda’s chest on instinct, seeking protection from the dramatic show Natasha was putting on for her own entertainment, however that was hardly allowed, and mere seconds after you settled with your face against the breasts of your younger girlfriend, her fingers were tangling into your hair and pulling you upright, demanding you watch as Natasha unravels your autonomy, reducing you to nothing but a slut for her friends to ogle; and shamefully, it was turning you on more and more.
A startled gasp fell off of your lips when Maria came closer, leaving Carol behind on the loveseat adjacent from the couch you sat cuddled into, and stalked up to Natasha with slow, calculated strides of maintained authority. She had always radiated a gentle energy, someone that you found comfort and ease being around whenever you visited your girlfriends at whatever Shield base they occupied, but as she stared down at you, traced the evidence of glistening moisture on the insides of your thighs and snickered to herself when she found that telling patch of darkness on the center of your panties, she’d never appeared more dominant, and your heart lurched in your chest at the prospect of misbehaving in her company.
When her lips wrapped around Natasha’s fingers, cleaning them off without so much as a grimace as she let the taste of your arousal sink into every taste bud on her tongue, a blush so dark it nearly burned your skin crept down your neck and provoked tingles and goosebumps to rise along your spine and in your belly where that coil of anticipation grew bigger and bigger each time Natasha humiliated you further. When Maria moaned softly, only pulling off of Natasha’s fingers because she couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled over in her chest as you squirmed and whined with impatient humiliation, you nearly melted into the couch entirely, not sure what was worse; being beneath her heavy, pointed stare, or watching as your girlfriends shared your intimate sweetness with their friends.
“My shy girl. Why are you pretending that you don’t like this, huh? Your pussy’s aching for Natty to touch you, and yet you’re pretending to be my shy girl like you don’t want her to make you cum for Carol and Maria to see.” Wanda coaxed tantalizingly, her fingers ghosting along your chest for the first time that night, taking an interest in your pebbled nipples that pleaded for attention just as Maria sat back on the couch with Carol, being abruptly pulled into a searing kiss that conveyed passion and intense need.
Between the sharp sensations of Wanda fiddling with your pebbled nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting, your eyes remained locked on Carol and Maria who seemed to be lost in the whirlwind of their passionate makeout session. You hadn’t known that they were an item, wouldn’t have suspected it even if the signs had been laid out in front of you, but they moved together so cohesively, it couldn’t have been the first time they found themselves in this position. It was most definitely the first time you found yourself in this position however, and you couldn’t stop the involuntary whine that clawed up your throat and forced its way out when they finally pulled away, a lust drink smirk on Carol’s lips as she practically undressed you with her eyes.
“You’ve been holding out on us, Romanoff. I didn’t know your girl was so sweet.” Carol’s lips curved with dominance that hadn’t been traceable when Maria had tangled her long fingers into her short blonde locks and tugged so aggressively you feared Carol may recoil from the kiss in momentary pain, but as she sat on the loveseat that you had spent many nights cuddled up on, she looked absolutely dominating with her icy blue stare and sharp jawline.
“She’s the sweetest, isn’t she?” Natasha’s eyes glimmered with dominance as she turned her attention to you, fully focusing on the pink hues that formed along your cheekbones and skin, marveling at the glaze of submission that had come across your eyes since she’d first denied you access to the wardrobe in your shared bedroom. “Why don’t we take these off, show Carol and Maria how wet you really are for me, hm?” There wasn’t much of a question in her softly uttered words, but there was enough grace given that you knew you could back out at any moment. You declined that subtly placed offer, though your embarrassment didn’t lighten any. You couldn’t explain the strong feelings turning your blood into butterflies, but despite being utterly humiliated, you were beyond turned on. You wanted Natasha to continue to condescend you, you wanted Carol and Maria to watch as she unraveled your walls and brought you through a glorious episode of bliss and pleasure. You wanted to know that despite sharing the sight of your body with two people that you trust most in Wanda and Natasha’s tight knit circle, that you were truly only theirs to have.
When your panties came off, you tried not to watch as Natasha playfully flung them across the room in Maria and Carol’s direction, or how the Commander grabbed them without batting an eye and inspected the dark patch adorning the center that had laid so snugly against your weeping entrance. You shuddered in anticipation when Natasha pried your legs open just the slightest bit more, draping one of your naked thighs across her material covered lap, opening you up for eager eyes to search. You whined when her fingers swept through your folds again, although this time, she didn’t spare her touches like she had been. Her fingers fell onto your clit heavily, rubbing rushed tight circles on your pebbled bundle of nerves that pleaded for attention and relief.
When Carol commented about wanting to taste you herself, Wanda’s ministrations on your nipples seemed to double, fueled by possessiveness that was intimidating and unspeakably arousing, and through a haze of intense pleasure that was sparking through your body at various places, you just barely recall her telling Danvers to remember the agreement at hand. Her possessive touch lit your body up, and before you could comprehend the desperation that was truly turning you into a mindless slut for two of the most powerful and influential people in the world to witness, your hips searched for more from Natasha in desperate twists and pathetic reaches.
“How long do you think it’ll take me to make the little slut cum?” Natasha wagered, her smirk devious as she stopped rubbing tight circles around your clit without so much as a warning that you were about to lose what you’d been begging for all night, her eyes trained on Carol and Maria, paying no mind to the way you babbled and sobbed for relief, having been seconds away from an orgasm that was now ebbing away into the abyss. Desperately you fought for her attention, arching your hips up against her hand, attempting to gain back even an ounce of the pressure she had been providing, but Wanda’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you back before you could succeed.
“A minute.” Carol laughed, her tone painfully condescending as her eyes traced the gleam of arousal that had marked your skin with glistening moisture, your pussy on full display as Natasha unintentionally spread you farther, giving both Danvers and Hill an extraordinary sight of your pulsating clit and weeping hole that was desperate for any ounce of attention.
“Fifty six seconds, but nobody's counting.” Maria’s response was dry, laced with infectious dominance that was spurring Natasha on to be better, harsher. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when two fingers sunk into your cunt, enveloped by velvety walls that squeezed her knuckles tight. There was no time to grow used to the stretch as she worked you open, but it felt so good you didn’t care.
Her thumb found your clit again, and relentlessly she worked you back up towards that orgasm you’d been desperately chasing. Wanda’s fingers didn’t stop pulling and twisting at your nipples, but at some point, she’d pulled your top low, trading in thin fabric for warm flesh. You hardly flushed when you realized all of you was now exposed to Carol and Maria, so desperate for an orgasm that you let it fade away entirely. Strained whines and pleads fell off of your lips as Natasha worked you closer and closer to a blissful orgasm embarrassingly quick, but she kissed your insecurities away as she mumbled for you to let go, to let her make it all better.
“Shh, there we go. There we go, pretty girl. Making such a mess for me. It’s okay.” She coaxed softly, pecking your lips multiple times as she withdrew her fingers, quickly finding a blanket to throw over your body, no longer wanting you visible to her closest friends who seemed to understand, and didn’t comment on her quickness to cover you up.
“Forty seven seconds. Impressive.” Maria taunted lightly, her smile dazzling as she flashed you the softest look you’d ever seen her give. You blushed, hiding your face in Wanda’s chest as she allowed you to get comfortable, seeking out her tender affection that she would never dream of withholding. “Where are you going?” Maria narrowed her eyes at Natasha when she noticed the redhead itching to rise from the couch, her arms slowly falling off of your still trembling frame as you leaned heavily against Wanda in post-orgasm bliss and hazy submission.
“To get her a water?.” Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed as she found herself explaining the routine steps to your preferred aftercare scene that she had engraved in her mind like a sacred text since starting her relationship with you, but Maria merely scoffed and stood up herself, tenderly handing your panties back to Wanda who took them appreciatively.
“I’ll get her some water. You make sure that she’s okay.” Was her affectionately mumbled response. You didn’t really pay any attention to Natasha easing your panties back up your legs, or Wanda softly fixing your top over your breasts, but by time Maria returned with a glass of water, you were dressed and snuggled into Wanda’s lap contently, holding tightly to Natasha’s hand, just barely able to focus on the credits rolling across the screen.
“Thank you.” You mumbled to Maria when she passed the water off to you, smiling encouragingly before she took a seat next to Carol again, seemingly unphased by what had just happened, although it did ease the knot of anxiety in your belly. Nothing had changed, they didn’t see you any differently, and if anything, these were the best post-scene cuddles that Wanda had ever given, partly because her possessiveness fueled her need to hold you tight and stake her claim despite there being no threat.
“What do you say we watch Halloween Town?” Carol mused, seemingly just as eager to assure your comfortability as Maria, to which you were beyond grateful for.
“Twitches. Someone thinks it’s fun to watch witch movies and compare everything about them to me.” Wanda giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, silently settling the question of which film would be the one that you all agreed to pay attention to. Maria agreed easily, fighting Natasha for the remote and winning, victoriously scrolling through your streaming platform until she found what she desired.
“I love you.” You mumbled to Wanda, slouching against her chest as your attention drifted between her soft touch and the opening scene beginning to play at a low volume.
“I love you too, baby. So much more than you’ll ever know.”
summary: you and maria are sent undercover as a married couple for an operation, the problem? you’re both too competitive, too good at your job… and way too stubborn to lose the game of one-upping each other.
word count: 1.5k
warnings: fake dating, kissing (but not explicit), sarcasm, emotional confusion, mentions of danger, men
an: I fully believe maria hill is out there, somewhere, hanging out with natasha and fury, alive and having fun.
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You adjust the stiff collar of your blouse, glaring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror like it insulted your tactical instincts. "Married," you mutter to yourself, "to her, of all people."
Maria Hill walks in like she owns the world, because let’s be honest, she kind of does. Crisp navy blazer, holstered glock at her hip, and a smug little arch to her brow that says she already knows you were talking about her.
"Still trying to psych yourself up, sweetheart?" she asks, voice velvet-smooth and laced with mock sympathy.
You snort, turning to face her fully, “just making sure I don’t accidentally punch you in the face during the vows."
She smirks, "please, you’d ruin your manicure."
"My manicure is a strategic weapon."
"Right. Just like your snoring is a tactical advantage?"
You blink, "excuse me?"
"Oh, don’t look surprised," she says, brushing past you to fix her lipstick. "We’ve been married for five minutes and I already need earplugs."
You scoff, unable to hide your grin, "this is going to be a long mission."
The assignment is simple on paper: infiltrate an elite, private security firm suspected of trafficking intel to foreign entities. They’re only interested in recruiting "power couples", such as military spouses, ex-CIA duos, that kind of thing. Which is how you and Hill, somehow the two most stubborn officers in the agency, ended up with matching rings and a shared apartment in a penthouse with far too little personal space.
On the first night, you fight over who gets the left side of the bed. Naturally.
"I prefer the left," you argue.
"I outrank you," she counters.
You squint, "this isn’t a debriefing, Hill. It’s a bed."
She lifts one brow, "then act like you’ve seen one before."
You lunge for the left side just as she does. You both land on the mattress at the same time, laughing a bit.
"You’re impossible," you mutter, already sprawling defiantly across the middle.
She lays beside you, arms behind her head like she doesn’t have a care in the world, "and yet, you’re still here. Married to me."
"Under duress."
"Mm-hmm. Denial’s the first stage, babe."
The operation ramps up fast. By day, you’re both the picture of tactical perfection, running drills, charming suspects, and subtly gathering intel like the professionals you are. By night, you’re bickering over dish duty and trying to out-do each other in ridiculous "spouse-like" displays.
"Did you really bake muffins for the neighbors?" you ask one morning, eyes narrowing.
Hill casually pours her coffee, "I’m making friends. You should try it sometime."
"You poisoned them, didn’t you?"
Her lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile, "would I do that?"
"... yes."
Thankfully she didn´t poison them.
There’s a running scoreboard on the fridge now. A literal one. You started it as a joke. Points for who gets the most intel. Points for who can be the more convincing spouse. Points for public affection that makes the other one flinch.
Maria earns six points for kissing your cheek at the firm’s cocktail party without warning.
You earn four by calling her baby in front of the director and not cracking a smile.
She gets three for whispering, "let’s go home, darling," in your ear during a fake argument that nearly made your knees buckle.
You're up to ten when you dramatically feed her cake at a company picnic and she almost chokes.
Neither of you has mentioned how close the score is. Or how blurred the lines are getting.
But you both feel it.
The way her gaze lingers a little too long when you’re getting ready. The way you press just a little closer when you pose for undercover photos. The way neither of you will admit that maybe - just maybe -you’re enjoying this.
"You know," she says one night, sitting on the balcony with her wine glass tipped toward the moon, "you’re not half bad at pretending to be in love with me."
You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, heartbeat annoyingly loud in your ears, "please. You’ve been fake-swooning over me since day one."
She grins into her glass, "maybe it’s not all fake."
Your breath catches... just briefly.
You smirk to cover it, "well then, maybe we should up the stakes."
She looks at you, dark eyes gleaming, "what do you propose?"
You shrug, "first one to actually fall for the other… loses."
Maria Hill stands, steps closer, and lowers her voice just enough to make your skin hum, "game on, darling."
The mission starts to crack.
Not because you’ve gotten sloppy, you and Maria are still terrifyingly effective. But the longer it goes, the tighter the wire you're both walking. The closer the line between fake and real gets. The more often you catch her looking at you when she thinks you’re not paying attention. The more often you pretend you don’t.
The scoreboard now has tally marks scratched in the corner, labeled emotional damage. Neither of you will admit who added them.
You’re three weeks in when things get messy.
The dinner party is sleek and sharp, much like Maria in that black suit you pretended not to notice her adjusting three times in the mirror. You’re mingling in enemy territory, crystal glasses in hand, listening to millionaires talk about shell companies and laundering schemes like it’s small talk over brunch.
You and Maria are playing the married game tonight. Just enough public affection to be seen, not enough to be watched. Her hand is on your lower back when it needs to be. Yours rests on her thigh when you’re sitting. It's all part of the act. Points awarded for subtlety.
You're about to excuse yourself to plant a tracker in the host’s office when the room dips in temperature.
One of the bigger men the 'muscle' type who somehow still wears a gold chain under his suit answers a call, walks into the middle of the room, and raises his voice just enough for the tension to snap.
"I’ve got confirmation. Someone here’s a plant. Couple, supposedly. From an agency. They’re here to take us down tonight."
Your heart skips. Maria’s hand brushes yours under the table.
No names. No photos. But enough for everyone to get suspicious.
Around you, laughter slows. The champagne tastes stale. Eyes begin scanning the room, looking for anything too polished. Too posed.
Too fake.
Maria leans in, low voice in your ear, "time to earn those points, darling."
You glance at her and almost forget you're supposed to be worried, "go big?"
"Always."
You're walking through a corridor you’re definitely not allowed in, but you have to go there, to put the mic there, to get at least a bit of the info. After few minutes of setting things up, you can hear steps in the same hallways you came in. And the only exit from this room. Shit.
You and Maria freeze. There’s a pause.
Then you mutter, "we could fight-"
Maria interrupts, "we could make out."
You blink, "wow, was that a suggestion or a dream come true?"
She’s already crowding you into the wall, mouth ghosting your jaw, "I’m multitasking."
And then she's kissing you like you’re the only thing that exists. You barely get a breath in before her hands are on your waist, and yours are in her hair, and you’re putting on a show so convincing it deserves an Oscar.
"Hey! You two- this area's off-limits!" Boots echo behind you. A guard turns the corner. Stops.
"Uh- sorry- I didn’t realize... I didn’t mean to interrupt." He should tell you that the area is off-limits once again, but... how can a guy say to the two beautifuly women to stop making out?
Maria stop for a second, looks at the guy, then back at you. She pulls you closer, breath hot against your lips as she murmurs just loud enough, "We’re busy."
The guy practically runs away. The door across the hall clicks open.
You both stop kissing, eventually, and grin at each other like lunatics.
"That’s gotta be at least five points," you say, trying not to gasp.
"Ten," Maria pants, "I tasted commitment."
The mission ends with fireworks. Figuratively. Though you do blow up one of their getaway cars.
You and Maria take down the operation clean, data stolen, assets frozen, and the ringleader face down in a wine cellar. You didn’t even break a heel.
And yet... something in you deflates when the plane takes off, leaving the mission and the mansion lights behind. The fake wedding rings are on the tray between you. The scoreboard is saved on your burner phone. You’re pretty sure neither of you will delete it. Maria is sitting across from you now, sipping whiskey like it doesn’t burn.
You swallow, "well. That’s that."
"Mission complete," she says. "You were a decent fake wife."
"You weren’t so bad yourself. Ten out of ten for tongue tactics."
She raises an eyebrow, "that’s what earned me the win?"
"No," you admit, "that’s what made it a tie."
She doesn’t smile this time. Just studies you for a long moment before finally saying, quieter, "well… I feel like we both lost."
You don’t disagree. Later, when you're almost asleep, she says it again. Only this time, she’s whispering it against your shoulder.
"I feel like we both lost."
You reach for her hand under the blanket. Lacing fingers. "No," you whisper, "we just didn’t win the way we expected."
Hii, I am back with more thoughts about Maria Hill 🙆
It is kinda in the same lines as the one I posted yesterday, and even though it can be read separately, you should really get a look at it :)
The woman is known for being rough with the new recruits, and you are no exception, but if there is something she can't bear is witnessing someone else being rude to her trainee. That is her privilege to roughing up her recruit.
Especially when those people have no reasons to do so because they are definitely not as good at the job as you are.
She knew something was up. She is not an idiot, she has seen the way you were so distant with your teammates and other people from your promotion. Yet, you were too stubborn to talk, keeping everything to yourself, insisting that you were fine despite her attempts to push you to share with her what was wrong. So the woman had to keep an eye from afar, and to figure out by herself what was happening.
It is weird the urge she felt to protect you from everything and everyone. She tried to ignore it, and it made the woman stricter during your training, but no matter how hard she would try to push this feeling away, it won't go.
When she saw you that day, starting a fight in the corridors with some of your teammate, she didn't hesitate before stepping in — "Get out of my view. Now," she said, and you were about to leave with the rest of them, maybe you were hoping that she hadn't even notice that you were here in the first place. "Not you," she added, and you should have know that it was a vain hope.
You have no idea what she is thinking about. Her expression is unreadable, as usual, and you can only imagine the things she is going to yell at you once you have reached her office — Probably how disappointed she is. Yet, you are surprised, because the door she eventually pushs is not her office's but the medbay's one, and nothing bad happened when you stepped in. The explosion you were waiting for never came, the woman didn't yell, she just signed for you to find a place to sit.
The screaming part never came. She just silently took care of the wounds in your face, and her touch was so gentle that it surprised you. She usually doesn't care about hurting you, especially not during training. Somehow, the realization made you cry, because it has been so long since the last time someone has been that gentle with you, and you are just realizing now what you have been missing.
You do not exacly know why, but you are not really getting along with the rest of your team. They keep pushing you away, hating you for stuff you haven't do. Before you could realize it, yourself was the only person you could count on, and you were slowly falling apart. The exhaustion, and the rought training with Commander Hill, made it harder to keep your emotions in check lately.
The woman was almost expecting it, when you started crying in her arms. She knows how rude the first weeks as an agent can be, especially when you don't have a team to help you to get through it. She is surprised that you didn't reach your breaking point earlier. Usually, recruits would snap at her out of her anger during the first few days of their trainings, or they would cry, but you haven't. Not until today.
And because she understands your situation, she didn't say a word. The woman just wrapped her arms around you, craddling you, and whispering soft words in your ear until you calm down. It is safe to say that, since that day, none of your teammates dared to try to annoy you again.
Pull Me Out, Bring Me Back ~Maria Hill xFem SignificantOther!Reader
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.
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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.
Alternative ending to their words and touch hell like hell.
@wifeofnatasharomanoff prompted this idea so thank you! As said I made it extra fluffy, I hope this is good enough :)
Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, baking?
Summary: cookie time!
Sleeping next to her, your body curled into hers, your head pressed against her chest. Even though your asleep, your still breathing peacefully. She can tell there's a contentness on your face. It's hard to explain, she can almost feel it just looking at you. It's a beautiful picture. It looks like you could sleep for a long time, and you certainly seem happy here - in her arms. For a moment, she swears she see your lips smile slightly.
You opens your sweet eyes, and look up at her. She smiles softly.
"Good morning, mia" you muttered.
Your eyes seem a little hazy as you open them. rubbing them gently, yawning a little at the same time. Then, after that, your eyes seem to get clearer, brighter, and more focused, and the tiredness seems to fade from your face. You seems a little more awake now, sitting up.
Maria tucked your free hair behind your ears, kissing you.
"Hi my love" she whispered lovingly.
That nickname 'Love'.
She can finally call you that without any consequences. After years of hiding her feelings. She was was infatuated with you but was respectful of your then current relationship. After Wanda and Natasha hurt you and you founded out Carol's true dark demeanor you left. Resigning and packing with out a word, seeking out Maria for help.
Every kiss on that mission, left her a flustered mess, trying her best to conceal her rosy cheeks. Catching feelings for the goddess of a women, during one on your platonic cuddle sessions. She confessed when she thought you were sleeping, saying a heart felt message. Upon waking up you told her that you heard and gave her a passionate kiss, telling her you had catched feelings too, becoming official and soon moving in together. Maria then resigned too, finding a other local, good paying job to support you and her.
"Cookie time!" You screeched. Last night you really wanted to make cookies together but it was too late. Mia promised that you both could make them tomorrow, with a sad nod you cuddled in the women and drifted off to sleep.
"But we should probably brush our teeth first" you realized. She nodded.
"Sounds good, dear."
She stretches a little, still sitting next to you. She seems sleepy, but happy to be up now. She smiles as she turns to you, and says...
"Alright, let's go."
She stands up from the bed, and waits for you to join her. Holding her hand you proceeded to the bathroom.
Whilst brushing your teeth Maria pulled you in by the waist, keeping you close to her. Resting your head against her shoulder, you both glazed loving at each other through the the mirror. Spitting out the minty foam In sync, you both washed your face.
Reaching the kitchen mia and you were ready to make those cookies. When she thinks about it, she realizes she's never baked before. She giggles a bit.
"I'm new to this!" She laughs, following you around the kitchen, watching you pull out all the enquipment and ingredients.
"So I really appreciate your patience with me." She piped.
"No problem Mia you know how much I love you!"
"I love you too y/n/n" she gleamed
Instructing Maria and working at the same time did make quite a mess but that okay, you both would clean that up later. 30 minutes later the cookies had been out in the oven a timer had been set.
"Do you want a piggie back my love? "she questioned.
"Hell yea!" you jumped onto her back letting out happy screams. She ran into the the living room throwing you on the couch, smothering you with her body. Wrapping your legs around her torso, you raked your fingertips through her hair, kissing her forehead.
"I love your boobs" she broke the comfortable silence, with the very know compliment.
"As you say Mia, over and over again"
"I can't help it!" She protested.
"If you say so my love, tv?" You asked.
"Mhm, put on ever you want" she chimmed passing you the remote.
One episode down of your favorite show and the timer ringed throughout the house.
"I'll go get them hunny" Mia got up and disappeared into kitchen, re-emerging with a plate of delicious cookies. "I think they turn out pretty good don't you think?" Placing down the cookies on the glass coffe table Infornt of you.
Peering over to the plate you said...
"Yeah they look really good" agreeing with your girlfriend proudly.
Resettling into your pervious positions, you both tried the cookies letting out a hum of joy. They were so good and your were very proud of Maria for trying her best.
Pressing 'next episode' you continued the show with a big smile on your face. As you eat, she seemed very happy. Her face has a slight sparkle in her eyes, and she seems excited
This is nice.
She continues to snuggle up against you, eating the cookies.
She pauses, and you can tell she wants to say something. And even though her mouth is full, her voice still has a certain kindness to it.
"You know, you do make me very happy... you know that, don't you? And I love you so much"
You heart fluttered.
"I love you too Mia, so much" you rejoiced while kissing her cheek.
That same rosy blush appearing, the same one she doesn't have to hide anymore, and she was truly delighted she didn't have to.
Summary: You've come down with a cold but your girlfriends Maria and Natasha are there to look after you based on this request from the lovely @yelenabemylova
Warnings: sick fic, poor reader just has a lil cold, medication, fluffy
Words: 700
Notes: Coming up with titles is so unnecessarily hard omg, but I had a lot of fun writing this djsjsjjsk! I have a Christmas wandanat x reader fic planned that hopefully I can get on with now that I've finished this!
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From the moment you woke up in the morning, you instantly knew that you had come down with a cold. Everything from the congestion in your nose, the ache in the back of your throat to the pounding in your head. Maybe you shouldn't have spent the whole weekend outside having snowball fights with Wanda and her boys; Maria had tried to warn you, but as usual, you simply couldn't resist the sweet temptation of fun in the snow.
Feeling the movements of one of your girlfriends stirring in bed next to you, you couldn't help but amp up the dramatics.
"Nattyy..." you whined, flipping over to pull her closer to you, "I don't feel good." nuzzling your face into her nick, sighing in the comfort you found there.
"Sounds like you have a bit of a stuffy nose, come on baby let me check your temperature." She drew your face out of her neck to feel your forehead, causing you to pout at the loss of contact. "You feel warm, I think you've caught a cold, sweetheart."
"What did we tell you about staying out in the cold?" The groggy, morning voice of your other girlfriend from behind you made your eyes widen.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm sorry-" you say hastily, hoping that the brief apology would be acceptable for the time being, "Can I have cuddles now?" you ask, not waiting for an answer before you launch yourself into her arms.
"I'm not letting you outside without at least five layers from now on." Despite the frown on her face and her stern words, she held you tightly to her chest, gently trailing her fingers up and down your back.
"M'kay." you sighed, too lost in the warmth of Maria's embrace to notice Natasha leaving the room. They said you had a temperature although it was simply not possible- you felt freezing! So you were more than content to stay exactly where you were.
Maria stayed with you, switching between warning you of the consequences of going out in the cold without proper clothing again and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to comfort you.
When Natasha came back, Maria shifted the two of you to be sitting up against the headboard, you lifted your head to look at her. In her arms she expertly balanced everything that anyone could need when they were ill. A box of tissues and a glass of water and a few pills and the list just went on. She handed Maria the glass of water and placed the pills into your hands.
"Come on detka, these will help." She explained. You put the pills into your mouth and let Maria lift the glass up to your lips, helping you to take a sip. After swallowing the pills, you leant forward to Maria , lips puckered, ready for a kiss. That was untill she swerved out of your path, a single eyebrow raised incredulously.
"Why can't I have a kiss?" you whined like it was the worst thing that could happen to you. Which, in your foggy state of mind, it was.
"Love, what if she gets sick too?" Nat laughed.
"Who'll be there to look after you?" Maria added.
"That sounds like a problem for later." you sniffed, giving them your best puppy dog eyes. With your eyebrows turned down and your lips pouted so adorably, who could say no?
Your nose scrunched in your attempt to keep your victorious smile hidden once you realised that you had won, causing your girlfriends to roll their eyes.
First Natasha leant over you, placing a quick kiss on your forehead before she moved down to briefly capture your lips with her own. A giddy smile grew on your face as she pulled away. Next, Maria took your chin in her fingers, moving your head so she too could kiss you. She peppered kisses all over your face, making you giggle before she pressed a final firm kiss onto your lips.
The warm fluttery feeling you felt inside you when they kissed you instantly made you feel better- more than any medication could.
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!!!!
