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Lost In The Fire | F1 au | n romanoff

Summary: A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win.

Warnings: car crash, fire, panic attacks, mild hallucinations

wc: 4.5k

note: this is for all my f1 lovers out there. combining my favourite things: Natasha Romanoff and Formula 1

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Yelena Belova and Y/n Y/l/n were some of the best drivers that Formula 1 had seen and were also the first females to ever set records during an F1 season. McLaren had taken the racing world by storm with the first ever all-female driver line up and were Red Bull's fiercest competitors.

Under the guidance of Zac Brown and the rest of the team at McLaren, they had had a teammate on the podium for every single race of the season. Yelena was in the running for the World Championship... well, she would be with who her race engineer was.

Natasha Romanoff had been the head strategist for Mercedes for years until she made the move to McLaren as Race Engineer last year, and she never looked back. She preferred having contact with her drivers and she and Yelena had a good professional relationship, putting sisterly squabbles aside to focus on the main goal for the team. A power duo that fans adored and sponsors just couldn’t get enough of.

Y/n Y/l/n was brought in as an emergency replacement during the middle of last season due to an accident and Zac had decided to keep her permanently. Not only did the young driver catch the attention of the press, she also caught Natasha Romanoff's eye.

She was feisty, fast and courageous on the track, making overtakes that seemed impossible to onlookers. She shot down all negativity and sexism that she faced in interviews and held her trophies above her head with pride for everything she had achieved, quickly becoming an idol for young drivers across the world.

Nat was quick to fall for her, and Y/n soon followed. Their relationship was kept quiet and only a few members of their team knew, including Zac and Yelena. They stayed professional and unbiased and Natasha purposely didn't swap places with Y/n's race engineer, Andrew Jarvis. Guiding her sister was one thing, but her girlfriend? Too risky. Her job required objectivity that often went out of the window with Y/n.

But having relationships with both of her drivers, Natasha often found herself a mess of nerves during each race weekend. Formula one was extremely dangerous, but her girls were sensible. They didn't race recklessly and they left the room they needed, their overtakes well within track limits and never at the expensive of another driver. Plus they didn't race each other too much, unlike other teams she could mention. They were sneaky, but never dirty.

The Bahrain race was Y/n's favourite. She adored night races and something about the lights illuminating around the circuit lit a fire inside her that had her bubbling with excitement. But she kept her cool, qualifying in P2 alongside Max Verstappen in P1, beating her by 0.02 of a second. One of her closest friends off the track, but her most annoying rival behind the wheel. Yelena was in P6 after an issue with her steering that was making her car difficult to handle around the corners.

But the blonde Russian had a fire in her stomach and she had her sights set on P1. She remained iron focussed during the race build up, running over the plan for the race with Natasha with a stony expression, fully in race mode. Natasha was the best coach and settled her nerves so she could drive the best she possibly could. She felt the cameras on her but refused pre-race interviews. The Russian didn't need any reporters riling her up before the big race.

Y/n left Yelena alone after they did their ritual little handshake, something they were both too superstitious to avoid. She knew Yelena would race hard, but Y/n also wanted that P1 spot and her biggest focus was getting a good start and pulling ahead of Verstappen before turn one. A good start would set her up for the rest of the race and winning would mean she'd become a threat to the championship title. A world championship in a driver's first year was almost unheard of, but Y/n Y/l/n loved attempting the impossible.

Her gloves gripped the wheel as she set off on the formation lap, keeping control of the car whilst also weaving to warm up her tyres. Being on the front row was good, but her tyres also had longer to cool down as all the other drivers made their way around the track too. She heard Jarv’s voice through her radio but part of her still wished it was Natasha. They didn't get much alone time during the race weekend because the cameras and reporters were everywhere and they couldn't risk getting caught. It was a small price to pay but it hurt Y/n more on weekends like this.

Y/n pulled her car into her spot on the grid and readjusted her gloves as she waited in anticipation. This part was the worst. Every weekend the wait felt longer, and all she could hear was the blood rushing past her ears. The crowds were blocked out by her helmet and the roar of the engine was second nature now.

The world seemed to go silent as the five red lights flicked on at the front of the grid and Natasha held her breath. There wasn't much she could do to guide Yelena through the first few corners and more often than not it was total chaos. Every single driver would be pushing to overtake and sometimes driving three abreast along the track and through narrow corners. She could only pray that both girls made it safely through.

Yelena stared at the lights, fingers hovering over the buttons on her steering wheel, her lightning fast reflexes kicking in immediately as the red lights went out and all the cars surged forwards. She accelerated hard, quickly swerving around another car in front of her and pulling alongside him. She could see an AlphaTauri in her wing mirror coming dangerously close but she kept her focus ahead, trying to spot a gap to slip through to join Y/n who had just managed to pull slightly ahead from Max.

A gap opened up along the inside line of the track and Yelena made a move, pulling across the racing line and angling her car towards the empty space she could see. Natasha spoke calmly down her ear, telling her the cars behind her and also what was happening in front of her. There seemed to be a surge of cars, causing everyone to slow down and others to slip around the outside, but Yelena was headed in the wrong direction.

She cut across the track and tried to drive up the inside of a Ferrari but felt something hit the back of her car and suddenly she was spinning off into the gravel, the car completely out of her control. There was radio static in her ears and she could do nothing but take her hands off the steering wheel and brace for the impact that was sure to shake her as her car collided with the barrier at an incredible force of 67G. She heard a loud crack and felt an immense wave of heat before blackness overtook her vision.

Meanwhile, Y/n had managed to secure her position in-front of Max before she saw the red flags waving from the Marshall posts that she drove past. Crashes were not uncommon during lap one, but a red flag was never welcome sight.

"That's a red flag, Y/l/n, box please," Jarv spoke over the radio.

Y/n saw the flames ignite in her wing mirrors but couldn't identify who it was in the rush of cars. Her heart dropped to her stomach at whoever was in danger. They may all be rivals, fighting it out for the championship title, but these guys were also her friends. The pain of a crash wasn’t something she wished upon even her worst enemies. Especially not a crash like that.

"Who was that?"

"Just return to the pits please Y/l/n, return to the pits."

"Jarv, who was it?"

There was a slight pause and Y/n had become a bit too good at reading the subtle switches in her engineer's voice, even through the crackly radio. "No," she breathed out, eyes becoming slightly blurry with tears that she tried to blink away as she lead the pack of cars around the track and towards the pits at a slow speed. "Is she ok?"

"We haven't heard anything yet," Andrew admitted, making Y/n curse. "You'll know the moment we do."

Y/n's mind instantly flickered to Natasha who would be losing her mind right now. She wanted nothing more than to speed to the pits and run to her girlfriend, but she didn't want to get disqualified for going too quickly under red flag conditions. With shaking hands and very laboured breathing, she guided her car down the straight and around the corner, driving fully on autopilot.

"Is she out of the car?"

"Negative. Still nothing." These updates were beginning to piss her off.

Once all the cars were in the pit lane, the drivers all jumped out of their cars and rushed to their engineers, trying to hear any updates. They may all be competitors vying for that top spot, but when an accident like Yelena's happens, everyone comes together in solidarity.

"Please tell me you've heard something!" Y/n exclaimed, running into the garage with her helmet and balaclava tucked under her arm. All the screens were filled with pictures of Yelena's car, and the young driver felt like she was going to throw up.

In front of the metal barrier was the back part of the car... but that was it. The papaya McLaren chassis had completely split in half and lodged the front part well within the barrier, which was engulfed in flames. Marshals and fire crews were surrounding the scene with extinguishers but they were hardly effective against the roaring and fuelled flames.

Silence had fallen across the entire circuit, no one daring to breathe as they waited in sickening anticipation. Y/n felt the room begin to spin and she desperately tried to ground herself before she crumbled.

Y/n tore her eyes away from the horrifying images, searching around the garage for the bright red hair of her girlfriend. Natasha of course was hunched over her station, hands clutching the mic attached to her headset, repeatedly talking over the radio but never getting a response back. She stepped away from her screen and ran her hands over her face, trying to hide the tears from the rest of the crew around her.

But Y/n noticed, and in that moment she didn't care who saw them. She marched over and pulled the shaking redhead into her arms. No one really noticed, they were too busy anxiously waiting and watching in shock.

Natasha felt the strong arms of her girlfriend encase her shoulders and she crumpled to the floor, knocking her pen onto the floor as she fell. Y/n cradled her head close to her chest and gently pulled off her headphones and mic, ignoring the redhead's weak protests.

"No, Y/n, I need-"

"Hey," she spoke softly, looking down at Natasha's teary face. "Zac is also on radio, it's ok."

Natasha shook her head and pressed her face into the smooth fabric of Y/n's race suit. She tried desperately to stop the tears from falling, but the moment one rolled down her cheek, the rest just wouldn't stop. The tiled floor of the McLaren garage was uncomfortable to kneel on but she really didn't care. Her chest and body ached so much she could do nothing but cry, knowing the situation was out of her hands.

Y/n slowly dropped to the floor with her, keeping a tight grip on the woman in her arms as she stared at the screens ahead, waiting for any sign of Yelena. But as the seconds ticked on agonisingly slowly, hope slipped away from the young driver and reality started to set in.

In all her years of racing, never had she seen a crash that intense. It was always a risk, but with the increased safety precautions that the latest cars now had, chances of surviving a crash were higher than ever.

With her face still buried in her chest but eyes peaking over Y/n's shoulder, Natasha let out a small whimper as the fire surged towards a group of marshals and sent them running backwards. There were several cameramen inside the Mclaren garage now; it was their car in the wall so of course they were there. But their presence didn't stop Y/n from pressing a kiss to the soft hair on Natasha's head and leaning her cheek against it, her palm rubbing comforting circles on her back.

"She'll be ok, I know she will."

"You don't know that Y/n," Natasha said with a shaky voice, pulling back so she could look her girlfriend in the eyes. "What if-?"

"Don't do that to yourself Natasha. Yelena is the toughest girl, you know that. She's got her suit, her gloves, her helmet, she's going to be ok." Natasha didn't look convinced but she didn't comment, staying tightly in Y/n's hold for a few more moments.

After a few deep breaths, she shakily pulled herself to her feet and held her palm out for Y/n to do the same. Nat wanted nothing than to stay on the floor with Y/n blocking out the rest of the world, but her job wasn’t finished. Although sometimes ignoring reality was far more tempting.

But when they stood, instead of dropping hands, the redhead kept a tight grip on the race driver's hand and walked over to Zac who was watching the screen with his hands clasped to his chest.

"Still nothing?" Natasha asked, referring to the previously silent radio.

Zac turned around and his eyes darted to their intertwined fingers before looking Natasha in the eye. He shook his head sadly and chose not to comment on her tear stained face.

Natasha stepped behind Y/n and draped her arms over her shoulders and clasped them in front of her chest, sighing in relief when the driver held them close. She needed to keep Y/n in her vision to remind herself that she was ok. Her fingertips brushed the race suit material absentmindedly in a comforting and grounding motion.

But the longer the silence lasted, the more panicked Natasha became, despite her best efforts to calm herself. She hated how vulnerable she felt, but seeing those flames and no sign of her sister crumbled her stony facade, tearing down her walls with immense force. She had to hold on to Y/n to steady herself. One of her girls was here, she was ok, so the other needed to be too.

She tried closing her eyes, but the images of the roaring flames were burned into her mind and she was unable to escape from this nightmare. She only realised she had spiralled into an anxiety attack when the soft palms of her girlfriend gently held the sides of her face to get her attention.

"Breathe with me, you've got it." Y/n exaggerated her breaths but Natasha ignored her, swallowing thickly and turning her attention back to the screens once again. She needed to get a grip of herself, this was no place to fall apart. But her chest still heaved despite her efforts, constricting her throat and every muscle in her body. “Nat, look at me.”

Y/n watched her side profile and the bob of her throat as she forced down her anxiety and her laboured breathing. Natasha didn't have the healthiest coping mechanisms and Y/n was never happy with how the redhead dealt with her feelings, but she was as stubborn as they came and she couldn't be convinced otherwise.

"Nat-"

"Not now, Y/n, please," Nat replied, her voice fragile. "I just need to see Yelena." She tried to wish it into existence, but the seconds ticked on and there was still no movement from the flames. Yelena's chances of survival were becoming smaller with every spark.

Slipping her hand back into Nat's, Y/n offered her comfort silently. She could feel the trembles in Natasha's fingers and only squeezed harder. She hadn't given herself a moment to register her own anxiety; it wasn't good as a driver. It only took one small thing to send her mind reeling into a bout of overthinking and stress, pulling her focus away from the task at hand.

She could see some of the other drivers lined up along the wall, some with their heads down and others looking up at the night sky as everyone willed and prayed for Yelena to be ok.

"I can't-" Natasha's broken voice pulled Y/n back to the present and she stared into the blown pupils of her lover with concern. "I need her. I need to see her!" The race engineer was usually so collected, never once cracking under the immense pressure of her job. But this had rattled Natasha, and rightfully so, but it was still an alien sight to see her so distressed.

"It's ok, it's ok," Y/n muttered, pulling her into her chest once again and locking her back muscles as she felt Nat's legs buckle. The redhead was exhausted, they all were, but Yelena was the only family she had left. She couldn't afford to lose her, not now. Not ever.

"Don't leave me please, don't leave me!" Natasha sobbed into her ear as Y/n tried to guide her over to a set of plastic chairs at the back of the garage. Still in sight of the tv screens, but far enough away to give Nat some space to breathe. The humidity of the air wasn't helping with how suffocated she felt either.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Nat's head dropped onto her girlfriend's shoulder as she tried to hide her tears from the cameras that were definitely on her now. Y/n glared at the closest one, but her main focus was on Natasha. Not some middle aged man with a camera.

She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and muttered into Natasha's hair, holding her tightly to try and combat the shaking that was currently wracking the redheads body. She'd never seen Nat this worked up before; it scared her slightly. But she had to be the tough one right now. That was her soon to be sister-in-law out there, her teammate. Her Russian blood made her a fighter and Yelena Belova never gave up that easily.

A gasp suddenly broke out amongst the garage crew and Nat lifted her head to see what the commotion was about.

And there it was.

Yelena's figure bursting through the flames, marshals rushing around her and offering their hands as she clambered down from the barrier. The fire still surged around her but she had made a break through... and was still able to walk.

Natasha rushed forwards, frantically wiping her eyes on the backs of her hands to rid her vision of her cruel mind games. But they weren't games, they were real. Yelena was out.

Yelena was alive.

She let out a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh and begged Zac to let her go. He wasn't stupid enough to argue with her, so he nodded and she rushed off down the pit lane, leaving Y/n back at the garage. Her hand felt empty from the sudden loss but she clasped both palms together, knowing Nat didn't mean to leave so abruptly.

The young driver watched her red hair disappear and looked longingly, but Zac stepped in.

"We need you for the race Y/n, I'm sorry." He knew how badly she wanted to see Yelena, but the FIA wouldn't allow a driver to run off as Natasha did. She was family, so there were exceptions. But Y/n wasn't.

She shook her head, choking down the lump in her throat as she turned back to the screen overhead. Yelena looked... ok? She was holding her hands out in front of her carefully and she only had one shoe, but she was walking ok. Her helmet was still on, visor down, so it wasn't easy to see everything yet. But walking away from an accident like that was something that would go down in the history books for sure.

Y/n fiddled with the velcro on her suit and a tear rolled down her cheek as Natasha came into view on the screen, running over to Yelena with tear stained cheeks as the ambulance arrived. The Russian driver was placed on a stretcher and bundled into the back of the ambulance, Nat climbing in too, her palm on her sister's forehead as she tried to stroke her hair back. She was keeping Yelena talking, not letting her eyes close just in case.

No one knew what the hospital results would say, but Y/n was just relieved to see her alive. Deaths in motorsport weren't as rare as they should have been, but she was too young to have ever witnessed one before, never mind her own teammate.

The relief washed over her in a stronger wave than she was expecting and her chest tightened, leaving very little room to breathe. Not even bothering to check with anyone around her, she darted off towards the back of the garage and into the washroom, slamming the door shut with a click of the lock.

Her palms were clammy, sticking to each other as she clasped and unclasped her hands in a desperate bid to calm her breathing. Natasha wasn't here to help, so she had to deal with this one all on her own.

She was only 21, only having lived a very sheltered racing life before coming to Formula 1. The reality of just how dangerous the sport was had come crashing down and had shaken her confidence to the core, rattling her nerves of steel and allowing doubt to set in.

The young driver stared at her exposed reflection in the mirror, harsh white lighting illuminating her dark circles and flushed cheeks. She breathed deep and slow, trying to imagine Natasha's voice in her head guiding her through it, hands on her chest to ground her, heartbeat to heartbeat.

But flashes of the fire still burned in her mind, the light flickering behind her eyelids with each blink. The race wouldn't be cancelled, she'd need to get back into the car at some point tonight. But all she could hear was the rush of blood streaming past her ears that sounded scarily like a roaring fire, phantom heat crawling up her spine and neck, setting each nerve alight as her muscles locked in place.

She wasn't on fire, yet she pulled off her race suit as if she was, slamming on the cold tap and dousing her entire face and neck in ice cold water, shocking her mind out of its hallucination.

No. She couldn't have this now. No matter how much water she used, her skin still felt like it was on fire, prickling under the intense heat that was now shooting down her arms and extending towards her fingertips. She shook her head frantically, bottom lip trembling as she stared her reflection down, forcing herself to notice how there were no flames on her.

"You're ok. You're ok. You're ok," she kept mumbling over and over, not daring to blink in fear of the horrors that lay waiting behind her eyes. She was ok, but in the isolated confines of the bathroom with no one but her mentally shaken self, it was hard to be convinced.

Y/n reached up and tucked a stray hair back into her loose french braid that Natasha had quickly done that morning. She retied the elastic several times to keep her hands busy, swearing at the hairs that got caught around her sweaty fingertips.

Her hair now looked exactly the same as it had done before, but her mind was quieter after visualising Natasha gently tugging the soft strands into the french braid, nails scratching softly across her scalp as she gathered more hair. It was one of the most relaxing sensations she'd ever felt, and just imagining it had eased her crumbling mind. Her body wasn't burning anymore, only smouldering in the ashes that were left behind, a faint tingle still evident along the hairs on her arms.

Her fingers now dipped to the necklace that hung loosely around her neck. Drivers weren't allowed to wear piercings or jewellery for safety reasons, but her necklace was tucked far enough under her fireproofs that no one knew it was there.

Except Natasha. It was her necklace after all. The little arrow was her symbol of luck and she'd given it to Y/n on her first race once they'd made their relationship official. It gave the worried redhead a small piece of mind that Y/n was safe. It may sound stupid to outsiders, but Y/n never started any race without clasping the tiny silver arrow in her palm and wishing hard, truly believing it helped her.

She held onto it now, wishing that Yelena was ok. There was more commotion outside which only meant one thing: the race had been given a restart time.

Splashing another round of cold water to her face and wiping it with a paper towel, she zipped her suit up and rolled her shoulders back as she looked herself in the mirror.

Y/n Y/l/n had a race to win. A first place podium to win for Yelena. Because no one deserved to be up there more than the blonde Russian did. So Y/n was going to do it.

For her.

And two hours later, Y/n stood on the top step of the podium, trophy held high above her head as tears glistened in her eyes. She looked at her team down below and grinned widely. This was for them.

She noticed a large tv camera angled towards her and she turned, bringing the trophy to her side.

“Yelena,” she mouthed, nodding towards the trophy before kissing the cool metal. This win was for the team, but also for Yelena, who deserved that number one spot. She was the true winner, so Y/n proudly dedicated her win to her future sister-in-law and the best teammate she could ever have asked for.

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Sabotage is a Girl’s Best Friend

Yelena Belova x F!R | Wanda x Natasha

Request (I lost it, but it was a simple / easy to remember- Jealous Yelena who sabotages every date R has until she’s caught) | WC: 3,959

Yelena quirked a brow at you as you waltzed into her room, having slammed her door into the wall to emphasize your frustrations, you fell back onto her occupied bed and groaned, "That was the third failed date this month!"

"Maybe love isn't in your future Y/N Y/L/N."

"No, it is. I just think you're finding the duds."

Natasha looked down at you with a smirk, it was almost as if she knew something you didn't, but you knew there was no point asking. Because the redhead did know, but she would never say it to you for her little sister's sake.

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She knows what it's like to have to learn how to be a human being again, to develop deep feelings like the ones Yelena so clearly has for you. It's not too far off from her agonizingly slow love story with Wanda. However, the witch was aware of her feelings the whole time.

You're oblivious. Painfully so. Watching you two together is entertainment for the couple.

Wanda's almost always ready to meddle, but the redhead always stops her. She knows that Yelena would hopelessly ruin things if forced into it too soon. Which would be a real shame, because Natasha was rooting for you wholly; Yelena was good at keeping you, the resident klutz, safe, and you softened Yelena's heart.

The blonde deserved to have someone she could be care free with, and that loved her.

Natasha knew you loved her, so, as soon as you left the room she began to harass her sister.

"Yelena, you can't keep doing this to her."

Yelena sighed, hands over her face in shame. "I have no other choice." Her shoulders shook as she held back a sob. "I can't lose her when I haven't even had a chance to have her yet."

"Then make a move," Nat urged, her hand tight as it squeezed her shoulder encouragingly. "I hate seeing her so dejected, you're going to give her a complex. Tell her the truth, then the both of you can have the happy ending you deserve."

Yelena scoffed, "Y/N deserves better Natalia."

"You are plenty enough Lena," Natasha sighed.

"Not for her." Yelena shook her head with a hoarse sob, and so the redhead pulled her into a tearful hug. "Y/N loves you just the same, and would be crushed to hear you say that."

You wiped away the tears, nodding towards the closed door in agreement as you heard them. A bittersweet smile overtook your face as you took determined steps towards your bedroom.

If she wouldn't make the damn move, then you would have to. Starting by catching her in the midst of sabotaging yet another date. One you'll have set up for the both of you after she hopefully confesses instead of running away.

Natasha left her sister's room half an hour later after she got Yelena to lay down as she sobbed. Putting the broken blonde to sleep, and letting the redhead make her way to your room fast. Part of her was relieved you'd eavesdropped, but the other part was ready to pummel you.

When she finally found you she was even more frustrated, ready to go off on you until you turned to her with a smile and reddened eyes.

"I was thinking I'd ask Tony to rent me the entire arcade," you murmured over the pen that was now in your mouth. Natasha smirked as she stared down at your long list of ideas.

"The Kraft Factory Tour, is that even a thing?"

You shrugged your shoulders and giggled, "I'm an Avenger, I'm sure they'd make it happen."

Your easy laughter made the redhead hopeful, but she still felt a protectiveness for Yelena. So, Natasha abruptly caught you by the chin, her eyes hardened as she peered into yours. You gave her time to figure out your intentions, and once she did you felt her finger tap your nose.

"You leave the date to me," she grinned, "It'll make Wanda so happy to help, and it gives you time to plan your monologue, make it good."

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A week went by, giving the blonde false hope that you'd given up. Sadly she wasn't that lucky, so now Yelena paced the floor of the elevator as it slowly descended the many floors. How you kept finding people was truly of no shock to her. You were perfect, so much so that she knew that one day she'd lose you for good. To the one smart person who fought back, who saw through her bluff and to your worth.

It honestly upset her every time they ran out of the bathroom with their tails between their legs. Forfeiting a chance with you was a sin.

This time you were going to a rage room, it didn't seem like much of your thing, but she just assumed your partner (to never be) picked.

As the blonde exited the elevator she was in a hurry, which is why Tony should've known to steer clear of her path, but he stood in it.

"Belova, just the person I was looking for." She rolled her eyes, and attempted to walk by, but he mistakenly stopped her with a hand on her wrist. She spun their bodies and slammed him into a wall. "Speak your words, don't touch."

Tony stuttered, "W-we have a mission."

"I am off the clock," was her quick, dry reply before she left the building in a focused stride.

The brilliant idiot had cost her time, something she couldn't afford to lose any of while trying to stop you, once again, from falling in love. It was growing exhausting, your constant flow of dates never seemed to cease. They always gave her an uneasy feeling, but this time it was only heightened by the revelation that Sarah, your old mission partner from your shield days, had asked you out. The pre-established connection was anxiety inducing. What if she is the one?

That was preposterous... Yelena was the one.

Even if you didn't understand that yet, she knew that one day she'd have the courage to tell you. It was the only destiny she banked on.

Once she made it outside of the compound she wasted no time climbing onto her tricked out bike, weaving through traffic with ease as she raced to get to you. She parked a lot away then sprinted into the building to find you and the brunette with the pretty smile, and doe eyes wrapped up in a reminiscent embrace. Her heart sank, but she didn't let it stop her.

As if fate was on her side the woman excused herself from your chat, and headed off towards what she could only assume to be the restroom. It was the easiest rendezvous spot Yelena had come to find out with every date she'd foiled.

Yelena made her way there fast, her heart on the verge of exploding as she wondered if Sarah would finally be the one to fight back. Not that she'd win, the blonde hadn't taken things to the next level with her threats, but she was willing to do anything for your love.

"Listen up," she didn't waste time as she began her speech before the door even full opened. A frown overtook her face though when she waltzed in to find her sister's girlfriend on the counter instead, wearing a playful smirk.

"I'm listening Belova." Natasha took her sisters silent glaring as a warning, so she emerged from the shadows of the large stall and took the liberty of locking the door before the blonde could bolt. The clicking of metal made the blonde turn to shoot the glare her sister's way instead, it was basically heatless. Yelena was masking the hurt from the betrayal, she was beyond terrified that the plan set in motion here was to prevent her from stopping you.

"Move out of the way Natalia!" She growled, her fists flexed, and the redhead rolled her eyes. Yelena hated not being taken seriously so she resorted to slamming her into the door. "If she and Sarah leave here together I will never speak to you again. This isn't fair to do!"

"Yeah, you're right Lena, it isn't!" She scoffed and pushed her sister backwards. The blonde caught herself before falling to the ground and raised her fist, ready to deliver a punch that was halted by swirls of red tickling her skin.

"Let me go Wanda Maximoff, or so help me..."

Wanda cut her off, "If you two would stop the bickering then you'd know that's exactly why we're here. To help you to get your love."

Yelena narrowed her eyes at the smug smirk on her sister's face. Natasha knew just how to push her sister's buttons, but never in a way that would be truly damaging. It felt justified to her to scare the blonde, to show her that her childish behavior would fail her eventually.

"How will I get my love if you've trapped me?"

"Are you truly incapable of figuring it out?" Wanda groaned as she flitted around the space to prepare her station. "Y/N figured you out."

"N-no, I-I was so careful." Yelena's teeth pierced the skin of her lip as the anxiety began to consume her. "Who the hell told her?!"

Natasha pulled her into a hug, her hands ran down the younger girls back as she let her sob into the fabric overlaying her chest. Then as the sobbing ceased Natasha spoke: "You did."

"I did no such thing!" Yelena pulled back, her defenses even higher at the crazy insinuation. "Don't be crazy. I would never say anything."

"She heard us last week," Natasha fed her the obvious information, "I guess I didn't wait long enough for her to leave before I scolded you."

Yelena was once again ready to annihilate her sister, but Wanda yanked her into a chair, and magically bound her to the seat. "The point isn't to place blame, but it's instead to rejoice that the cats out of the bag, and to get you ready for the date. Save the simmering rage for the rooms full of priceless antiques." Wanda pouted at the thought of the old televisions being smashed to pieces, and for the first time the sisters were in sync with their eye rolls.

"Moya lyubov', are you serious?" Natasha couldn't stop from laughing. "Deadly." The look Wanda sent her lovers way stopped it.

"Seriously?" Yelena wasn't afraid of Wanda. "It's all just junk witchy. We're in the new ages. Like, did you know you could make mac and cheese in a cup now? How revolutionary."

Wanda slapped the both of them upside their heads with the flick of her red shaded hand. Wanda ignored their grumbles in protest as she pulled a stunning outfit from a garment bag. It was fancy enough for the dinner Wanda had booked later, but practical for the rage room you two wouldn't budge on. "Go change before the clock strikes 12 and your princess bails."

Yelena looked to Natasha, eyes wide as she processed the reality. Her fingers consequently turned white as she squeezed the hanger, and the redhead took a step forward so she could press her forehead to hers. "Y/N's waiting for you Yelena, she's not going to reject you."

"How do you figure? What if she only agreed to this so that she could yell at me?" Natasha chuckled softly, "Because, she asked her friend who is engaged to play the part tonight, and she picked this dingy place with you in mind."

Yelena fiddled with her hands as she was escorted to the massive gymnasium. "Breathe," Natasha whispered, then before she could she was briskly shoved into the lions den. It was a massive space, the biggest room they'd rented out to people actually, and she was enamored.

In the corner stood an attendant who was patiently waiting for her to meet him by a door. Her eyes flitted around the room to find a wide variety of things to break, along with weapons to use for the objective. If not for you waiting on her as well she would've kept her pace leisurely, but she quickly made her way over.

"Welcome ma'am," he greeted with a fake smile, she could empathize as that's how she approached most people at the compound.

"I am not old enough to be a ma'am," she said, her tone nothing short of menacing, and then her glowering expression fell into a smile at the sound of your distant laughter. She didn't even pay him anymore attention as she followed the sound to a room full of various white suits.

"Glad you'd graced me with your presence Belova, I was starting to think I was stood up."

Yelena smirked. "You are." You rolled your eyes, but contradicted your gesture with the casual slip of your hand into hers as the man walked in to give the both of you the spiel.

It was comical really, the barely legal boy-man was informing two highly trained Avengers how to be careful with their chosen weaponry. He'd been prepared to tell you about the ways in which you should hold a sledgehammer as you swing it when the blonde decided to tell him how she's broken many bones with them.

He left in a rush after that, and wished you both a good time. Yelena cackled as she put on the suit, meanwhile you only shook your head.

Once the two of you were alone, and the humor had faded the vibe suddenly became tense. So without a moment's hesitation you led the way back into the destruction zone and began to shatter things with a wooden baseball bat.

Yelena followed your lead, using the previously mentioned sledgehammer to destroy a line of white, old-timey washers and dryers. Both of your minds were running wild with worst case scenarios, and with each slam of your weapon into something that shattered they'd settle.

After about ten minutes of grunting and swinging it was you who finally broke the silence that Yelena found a bit too comforting. When the wood hitting the floor echoed through the space she gently set her weapon against the wall and slowly walked over to you.

You met her halfway, leaning onto a beaten up box-tv with your arms crossed. "Why did you never just tell me Lena? I-I would've waited."

"I didn't understand until it was too late," she admitted softly, you could hear the emotion she was desperately trying to suppress. "You went out with Darcy, and when it didn't work I was elated. Then there was Carol, who left the next day for space, but seeing her flirting was enough to make me want to throttle her."

"Everything there was just a fling. I wanted to ask you out, but every time love was brought up you cringed and mocked the concept. So, I started to try dating seriously considering it was my only remaining option. Then I just thought with every failed attempt that maybe I was the problem, just simply undesirable."

"No, don't say that, you're the most desirable!"

"I don't get it though Lena," you smiled sadly, "You could have anyone you want. Why me?"

Yelena frowned, something she'd never done with you stood in front of her before. Normally she couldn't help but to smile, but your words of self doubt wounded her greatly. In all the time she spent worrying she wasn't enough for you, she never considered you would be in the same boat as her. "Why not you Y/N?"

"Do you know how many gorgeous people would kill to date you Yelena? The line would be out the door, and yet you settle for me."

She shook her head and threw a hand in the air to hush you. "Don't do that. I do not ever settle. I win. This is no different. You are one of those gorgeous women, you are the most perfect."

You chuckled humorlessly, "I'm far from it."

"You are blind," the blonde snapped, she swung the bat and sent a few glass bottles into the wall before she dropped it and walked up to you with a few glass plates in her hand now.

"Comparing yourself to a world full of people who couldn't even catch my attention. They are all nothing when held up next to you." Yelena held up a gorgeous black plate adorned with fancy gold trimming, and beside it a boring white plate with faded floral printing. Then she smirked as the latter shattered into tiny pieces.

Yelena set the fancy dish to the side then she brought your hand to her lips for a sweet kiss. "In a world full of ugly, you are the beauty; If my line is out the door, then it's safe to say that yours has to be around the globe. Which makes sense with all the dates I've had to crash."

"You didn't have to," you teased with a short laugh to follow. "I would've said no if I knew you wanted me the same way I did you."

Yelena's mouth fell open, nothing but splutters left as her tongue practically fell limp. She was a trained spy, with Natasha at her side this whole time screaming of your reciprocation, but she still felt bamboozled at the revelation.

"I knew I loved you ever since I saw you at that charity drive," Yelena confessed with a shake in her tone that usually isn't there. "When you helped that legless toddler find her furrever friend in that little calico kitty that matched."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "Yeah?"

Yelena nodded without hesitation, it was your genuine intention that had her fall into the pits of the unknown. At the time she took it to be envy, but then she saw you go on a date with Darcy and she quickly realized the truth as she met and befriended the green eyed monster.

"I win then," you challenged, "I loved you so much earlier than that." Yelena shook her head and groaned, "Please don't say at first sight, that's just illogical." You giggled, then pondered allowed, "What about second?"

Yelena tried to remember what day it could've been, but she was stumped. "You were new, and practically attached at Natasha's hip. If anyone even tried to get close you'd glare."

Yelena hummed, she didn't doubt you at all.

"Well, it was the middle of the night when I found you in the kitchen. You looked so sad, and for a moment I could feel this pull. Fate decided it best to let me slip only seconds later, and it was in the moment that you caught me, as I sorta fell for you, that I knew you were it."

"Oh," Yelena felt her entire body warm at the sweet origin story for your emerging story. "Yeah," you giggled before throwing yourself into her body, she initially stiffened, but in a blink she was pulling you even closer to her.

For a moment the room was silent, the two of you felt the serenity deep in your bones. Then, in true Yelena fashion she had to interrupt it. "By the way, I don't need people to kill for me, I can do it by myself, and for you of course."

"Oh goodness me baby, I will never tire of your humorous little quips." Yelena wanted to say she was being serious, her words weren't intended as a joke, but she decided to settle into the joy you felt, plus, her heart was too busy hammering at your chosen endearment.

Your session wasn't over yet, but there wasn't any anger left to latch onto, so you took her hand and escorted her to the changing room. Both of you helped the other out of the plastic suits, then on your way out you thanked the couple who helped you plan it all, and tossed the redhead her sister's keys. "Don't—."

"Don't crash the bike, I know... I can't believe you'd even say such a thing to me." Yelena went to rebuttal, but you pulled her away before the sisters could bicker—again.

The rest of the night was a dream, the two of you skipped out on the fancy dinner after only seeing food she'd never tried before. Yelena was a picky eater, and by that notion, if there were no chicken tenders on the menu (there weren't), then you could count her out.

She'd frowned initially, but gulped down her budding resentment for your sake. But you knew the girl like the back of your hand, so without a word you left a hundred on the table as a tip for the inconvenience, then grabbed her hand. "W-where are we going dorogoy?"

You spun around to face her with a bright smile after hearing the slip of a Russian pet name. It nearly sent the woman to her knees to have you that close, she wondered if you were like her own kryptonite. She didn't fully get the nerdy references Peter made, but she still tried.

"We are going to McDonald's." Yelena looked ecstatic for all of two seconds, then she pouted thinking she ruined the night. "I'm sorry."

"Yelena, this night belongs to us. Not Wanda, nor Natasha, it's about what we enjoy. You'd have likely barfed if I let you sacrifice your tastebuds for the sake of my own. Plus, I hate the ambiance of these sorts of restaurants."

Yelena nodded in understanding, the lack of lighting made it near impossible for her to even see the menu full of options she didn't favor. It made gawking at you near impossible as well.

"McDonald's is so much better, they have a play center, there's options for all, and most importantly I can actually see you smile."

"I can still eat here if you want Y/N," she tried, but to her delight you'd playfully shook your head and then caught her completely off guard. You'd leaned forward to peck her cheek, you felt as her lips turned as you lingered, then you both felt your stomach's swarming joyfully.

When you once again tried to walk away you were stopped by a hand on your wrist that seamlessly moved to your waist. Yelena held your gaze for a long moment, then as she found no hesitation from you she leaned forward and it was as if all of her worries disappeared.

Under the dimly lit streetlights in the barren parking lot the blonde felt her heart mend. As your lips perfectly slotted between her own, and your body melted beneath the pads of her fingertips it was as if the world rewarded her.

A lifetime of pain endured led her to this moment, with your body pressed against the door of your car. She reasoned it was all worth it for this kiss that signified a beginning.

One that everyone knew to be long overdue.

"You ready to go eat moya lyubov'?" Natasha whispered against the nosy witches cheek as she nuzzled against her affectionately from behind. "The dinner reservation expire soon."

Wanda watched as Yelena's hand began to wander, and suddenly the matchmaker trance was upended. "Let's go Natty bear, I want some caviar, this day has officially drained me."

Natasha bit back her snark in favor of not sleeping on the couch, her neck had yet to recover from the last time. She resided with silence, even if they both knew the only thing to be significantly drained tonight is her wallet...

At least the card she gave to Yelena was Tony's.

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Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)

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a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.

It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.

As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.

While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.

She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.

As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.

These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.

She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.

“Hello?” you answered

“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.

“Ha, funny story…”

“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”

“You miss me or something, Belova?”

She chuckled once. “And if I did?”

There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”

“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”

“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.

It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.

After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.

Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.

Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.

“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.

“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.

“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.

The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.

“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.

It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.

“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.

“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”

She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.

“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”

“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.

“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Anything?” Yelena smirked.

Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.

By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.

The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.

“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.

“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.

She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.

She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.

Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.

“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.

She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”

You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.

When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.

“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.

“Am I what?” you questioned.

“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”

“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.

When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.

“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.

What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.

“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Y/n, what are these?”

“Just pictures…”

Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.

“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”

You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.

“Why would it be weird?”

Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.

“I don’t know…”

She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.

“These are beautiful.”

“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.

Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”

“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”

Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.

You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.

“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.

You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.

The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths

“What about them?”

“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.

“They’re never here.”

“But what if-”

“Just shut up already,” you said.

You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.

As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.

“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.

“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”

You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.

“Please,” begged Yelena.

After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.

“You want me to touch you like this?”

You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.

Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.

You wanted to move on further.

“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”

Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.

Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.

“I want to hear you,” you demanded.

Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.

“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”

She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.

You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.

“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”

You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”

Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.

“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”

You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.

The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.

“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”

Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.

Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.

Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.

“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”

“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.

All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.

“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.

Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.

You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.

You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”

She gave a thumbs up

“Does that mean it felt okay?”

She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”

You laughed. “Just checking.”

You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.

“So…how long have you felt this way?”

“When did you start school here?”

“Uhm…two years ago?”

“Then two years.”

Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.

“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.

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Y/N: Here’s a fun idea; we hang mistletoe but instead of kissing the person underneath, we have to fight them.

Natasha: We are not doing that.

Yelena *nodding*: mistlefoe

Natasha: Don’t encourage her!

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alotofpockets · 11 months

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Happy when you're around | Florence Pugh

Paring: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You're helping your girlfriend film her newest Cooking with Flo video, and help her with a Q&A on Instagram live.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 707

Florence was dancing around the kitchen, between the chopping of vegetables and stirring in pots. She was in the process of filming a Cooking with Flo episode. You were behind the camera making sure to get all the right angles to give her fans the best experience.

You loved how at ease Florence was in front of the camera, she had to be with her job of course but this was different. She connected with her fans, talked to them, even when her episodes weren't live and she couldn't see their responses or have a two way conversation with them. She never failed to find a new topic to talk about.

As a bonus Florence posted an extra story on her Instagram for her followers to send in questions, after she posted all the parts to the Cooking with Flo. She was nervous because she had never done this before, but she was excited when she saw all the questions come pouring in.

Florence wanted to answer the questions on an Instagram live. So, you suggested putting up a tripod to film her and to read the questions aloud from your phone, that way it was more like an interview. Flo thought it was a good idea, it eased her nerves a bit.

"Hi, everyone! I hope you enjoyed that little Cooking with Flo." She started. She knew how much they love the series, as they're always requesting more. "Thank you so much for all the questions you've sent in. My lovely girlfriend, behind the camera, will read as many of them out for me before we have to leave. I hope to answer as many as I can!"

You looked at Florence to give you the sign to ask the first question. Once she did you read one out for her. "Let's start off with a food related question, what is your favorite dish to make?" - "Hm that's a good one, I love so many. Honestly, I think my favorite thing to do is to create a dish from the leftovers we have. I get to be more creative and challenge myself."

You continue with the next question, "Are you working on any new projects at the moment?" Florence looks at you and smiles. "We just finished the press tour for A Good Person. If you haven't seen it yet, it's out in theaters now!" She plugs while making finger guns towards the camera. "But to answer your question, no not at the moment. I've had a busy couple of years work wise and while I'm very happy with that, I want some time with my girlfriend. So, I'm taking a couple of months off, and we're going to travel together. I've got some auditions planned before we go, so who knows after our trip I might have some new projects coming up."

You continue asking more questions, when you stumble upon one with your name. "Haha I like this one, I'd like to know your point of view on this. What is y/n like when she's filming your Cooking with Flo videos?" Florence moves her hands in a come here motion. "If you all don't mind, I'm gonna bring her in front of the camera for this one."

Once you sit down next to her, she starts answering the question. "Y/n is amazingly supportive behind the camera, and in general. She's very detail oriented and knows exactly what I want to show and when I want to give you all a closer look at something. Besides that I also have the cheesy answer, which is that she's beautiful behind the camera, and she always looks at me with the most admiring smile." You blush at all her compliments.

"That's because I'm always happy when you're around." You say while leaning into her more. She puts her arm around you. You see the screen filled with lovely messages from the audience and feel the smile on Florence's face. "We have to get going now, but I promise I'll answer more questions soon! Thank you for joining us and I hope you'll all have a wonderful day." With that you end the live and cuddle up to your girlfriend, before you have to get ready.

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲

WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.

I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!

passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3

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“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.

“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”

An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”

This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”

“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.

You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.

“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.

“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”

The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.

Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”

The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”

“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)

“And you suck at Uno.”

She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.

You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.

You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.

A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table.

“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”

The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger.

“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”

“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.

You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”

“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”

“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.

This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.

“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.

A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)

She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close.

Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.

Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.

“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”

“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.

“I heard her!”

“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.

Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”

“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.

“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”

“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.

All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”

“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”

“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.

"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"

You shrug. "I'll think about it."

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b1ackoutartist · 10 months

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Star-Crossed

Florence Pugh x reader

Y/N heard the news on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. The pop of a champagne cork echoed around her small apartment as the radiant face of Florence Pugh, her Florence, filled the television screen.

"Breaking news," the anchor had said, a hint of scandalous excitement in his voice. "Hollywood sweetheart Florence Pugh is officially engaged."

The world seemed to shift under Y/N's feet. She could feel a heavy, hollow sensation spread through her chest. She had always known it would come, but the reality was a raw wound, exposed and burning.

Y/N clutched the remote tight, a futile effort to steady herself. The soft murmurs of the TV echoed hollowly around the room as the broadcaster continued to discuss the news.

A new image filled the screen, a picture of Florence and her fiancé. Florence looked beautiful, as always, her signature blond curls cascading down her shoulders, her azure eyes twinkling. But there was something missing in that sparkle. A piece of Florence that Y/N knew was her own. A piece that she kept safe in her heart, even though they'd gone their separate ways.

When the phone rang, she almost didn't answer. She knew who it would be. The familiar, soft voice that seemed to wrap around her like a warm hug.

"Y/N?" It was Raffie, Florence's younger sister and Y/N's best friend.

Y/N swallowed, forcing out a nonchalant, "Hey, Raffie."

There was a pause. "You've seen it then?"

"Yes." Her voice sounded so small, so frail.

There was a sigh on the other end. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I wanted to tell you before it went public, but Flo..."

Y/N pressed her lips together, stifling the tears that threatened to spill over. "It's okay, Raffie. It was bound to happen."

She knew Raffie was in an impossible position, torn between her love for her sister and her best friend. Raffie, who had been there through every tear and heartbreak, every whispered conversation late into the night, every stolen moment that they could no longer have.

Silence filled the line, a weight that pulled at the words they couldn't say.

"I wish..." Raffie started, then stopped. "Flo isn't... She's not happy, Y/N. She's trying, but I know my sister."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. The idea that Florence was out there, putting on a brave face while her heart wasn't in it, hurt more than anything. She remembered Florence's laughter, the way her eyes would light up when she was truly happy.

She missed that Florence. The Florence before the fame and the flashing lights. The Florence that belonged only to her.

"I know, Raffie," Y/N said quietly. "I know."

The conversation ended with a promise to meet, to talk, to perhaps find some solace in shared heartache.

Alone again, Y/N allowed herself to crumble, to feel the tidal wave of emotions she'd been holding back. The apartment filled with the sound of heartbreak, echoing off the walls and into the lonely night.

But with heartbreak comes a painful truth, a realization that sometimes, the love of your life slips through your fingers, dances in another's arms, kisses under another's sky. And all you're left with are memories, ghostly imprints of a love that once consumed you, a love that continues to echo through your life long after the music has stopped.

And sometimes, the most potent form of love is the one that hurts the most.

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Scarlett Johansson and Florence Pugh on the set of 'Black Widow'.

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greynatomy · 9 months

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Who The Hell Are you?

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

This is a chapter from my wattpad book that I haven’t had any motivation writing from, but is one of my favorite chapters so I wanted to share it on here.

I changed my oc’s name to yn so if you see a name that’s not natasha or yelena then that was my oc.

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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Standing in the kitchen, Yelena hears someone trying to pick the lock on the front door.

“I know you’re out there.” She says to the person on the other side of the door.

“I know you know I’m out here.” She hears a woman’s voice muffled by the door.

The door opens, then slams shut. Yelena grabs her gun, waiting for the woman to come closer.

“Then why are you skulking about like it’s a minefield?” She asks, pointing the gun in front of her.

“‘Cause I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Chuckling, “Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”

“So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?”

Turning the corner, Yelena points the gun at the woman. “Is that what we are?”

Both women point the gun at each other, Yelena slowly walks backwards as Natasha walks forwards.

“Put it down before I make you.”

“You put yours down.” Natasha replies.Yelena trips, “Watch you step.” Yelena chuckles softly.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, They both grab the others’ gun, quickly pointing it back at each other.

Yelena and Natasha are now impatient, starts kicking each other. Yelena grabs Natasha and slams her to the walls. Switching it up, Natasha then grabs Yelena’s face and lifts her up to crash into the cabinet over the sink. Pushing her face down, Natasha tries to get her to stop fighting.

“Stay down. Stay down. Stay down!”

Letting out a scream, Yelena grabs a plate and smashes it on Natasha’s head. Grabbing a towel, it quickly gets wrapped around her neck, but uses it to her advantage to flip Natasha over her into a door breaking the glass.

Slowly getting up, staring at each other to intimidate, Yelena grabs a knife from the kitchen and stalks towards Natasha.

Trying to find something to use, Natasha sees a stapler and grabs it just before Yelena swings the knife at her. Swinging their desired weapons at each other, the take turns, blow for blow, kick for kick, hoping one would give up.

Both weapons quickly get disarmed by the other, Yelena tackles Natasha into the wall, Natasha grabbing the curtains off its rod and wraps it around Yelena’s neck, Yelena doing the same to Natasha after dropping her on the floor.

Both laying on the floor, cutting off each other’s breathing, Yelena being the stubborn one, won’t give up first.

“перемирие.” Truce. Natasha says, holding a hand out.

Letting go, Yelena gasps for air, unwrapping the curtain from her neck. Both laying on the floor for a bit, Yelena tries to catch her breath.

“ты вырос.” You’ve grown up.

“Ни хрена.” No shit. Yelena says, getting up from the floor. She walks to the kitchen, grabbing the vodka from the refrigerator and some shot glasses.

“You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?” Natasha asks, following Yelena.

“I came here because I thought you wouldn’t. But since you’re here, what bullet does that?” Yelena asks pouring some shots, then pointing at the wall.

Natasha looks behind her. “Not bullets. Arrows.”

“Ah, right.” She says, taking a shot.

“If you didn’t think I’d come here, why’d you send me these?” Natasha ask, putting the familiar bunch of vials on the table.

“You brought it back here?” Yelena walks away, Natasha following closely behind.

“I’m not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that is.”

“It’s a synthetic gas. The counter agent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain’s neuropathways from external manipulation.” She explains, grabbing a bag.

“Maybe in English next time?”

“Это противоядие от контроля над разумом.” It’s an antidote to mind control.

“настоящая зрелая.” Real mature. Natasha replies, rolling her eyes.

“Why don’t you take it to one of your super-scientist friends? They can explain it to you. Tony Stark, maybe?” She asks, packing her bag with clothes and weapons.

“Oh, yeah. We’re not really talking right now, so…”

“Great. Perfect timing. Where’s an Avenger when you need one?”

“I don’t want to be here. I’m on the run. You could’ve gotten me killed.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You’re the only superhero person that I know.”

Suddenly, they both hear the front door open and close. Natasha quickly puts a new shirt on, grabbing a gun, while Yelena freezes, wide-eyed.

“Yelena Belova!” They both hear. Natasha points the gun at the door.

“Дерьмо.” Shit. Yelena grabs Natasha’s gun, lowering it. Natasha looks confused as to why Yelena looks nervous and not grabbing a weapon.

“Что, черт возьми, ты сделал?” What the hell did you do? Yelena starts to chew on her bottom lip, not moving from where she’s standing. “Лучше тащи свою задницу сюда, прямо сейчас.” You better get you ass over here, right now.

Yelena slowly walks out the door, to the kitchen, Natasha quietly follows behind, still being alert.

“Привет дорогая.” Hi, sweetheart.

“Не говори мне "Привет, дорогая". Что случилось?” Don't 'Hi, sweetheart' me. What happened? Yn irritatedly asks, hands on both of her hips.

“Well, you see, it was not all my fault.”

“Oh, yeah? Enlighten me. Who else did this?”

“She did.” Yelena says, pointing at the wall behind her.

“Funny. No one is there.”

“Wha-” She looks behind her not seeing Natasha. “Come out from behind the wall.”

Natasha slowly walks from the other side of the wall, revealing herself.

“Ah, Natasha Romanoff.” Yn scans her up and down. “Do you usually come to peoples homes and destroy things?” She sarcastically asks.

Yelena let’s out a snort, seeing Natasha shrink from Yn’s intimidating gaze.

“Uh, well, n-no.” Clearing her throat, Natasha puts her tough act back in front and asks, “Who the hell are you?”

“Yelena, it is very rude to not introduce me.” She says, poring herself two shots of vodka, downing each, right after the other. Natasha looks at Yelena, hoping to get an answer.

Yelena let’s put a loud sigh. “Natasha meet Yn… my wife.”

“Wife?!”

“I know. I can’t believe I married her either.” Yn say, walking up to Yelena to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Замолчи.” Shut up. She says, rolling her eyes, letting a small smirk show. “Okay, we are getting distracted.” Yelena says, becoming serious again. Turning back to Natasha, “I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room.”

“What?” Natasha asks, shocked. “Taking down the Red Room? What are you talking about? It’s been gone for years. Dreykov’s dead. I killed him.”

Letting out a small laugh, “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” Yn asks. Seeing the look on Natasha’s face, she turns to Yelena, “She really does believe that.”

“Dreykov’s dead. It took almost destroying the entire city just to get to him.”

“If you’re so sure, then tell us what happened. Tell us exactly.”

“We rigged bombs.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in the deflection to S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Nodding and shrugging, “Simple as that?”

“Yeah, sure, ‘simple.’” She states, walking away from the couple. “That’s what I’d call imploding a five-story building and then shooting it out with the Hungarian Special Forces. Took ten days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest.”

“And you checked the body?” Yelena asks, grabbing a gun off the floor, stuffing it in her pants. “Confirmed the kill?”

“There was no body left to check.”

“Oh, come on. You’re Natasha Romanoff. THE BLACK WIDOW and you don’t do something as simple as making sure he is actually dead. A body does not just disappear.” After a moment of silence, “You’re also forgetting about Dreykov’s daughter.”

The three of them freeze, hearing muffled footsteps. The ceiling suddenly explodes, creating a hole. Yelena snatches the vials, stuffing them in her bag. Yn follows her, pushing them both to the wall.

Widows are flooding into the door. Carefully peaking around the corner, Yelena sees two Widows jump down from the hole they created in the ceiling. Running across the room to a different room, Natasha grabs them both and slams them into the wall. Yelena reaches and turns the knob, making all the lights explode.

Momentarily distracted, Natasha, Yelena, and Yn take down a couple windows and makes a run out the front door. Peaking to see the other Widows, Natasha hides behind a wall as they start to shoot at her, same with Yelena. Yn grabs a grenade from Yelena’s bag and throws it downstairs to the Windows.

Running up the stairs Natasha asks, “Where are we trying to get?”

“Motorbike! East side of the building.” Yelena answers.

Jumping out the window, onto the roof, the trio try to run as fast as they could to the motorbike. Jumping and sliding down the roof. Finding a metal pole thing, Yelena quickly unlatches some screws and pushes her foot on the side of the roof, to disconnect it.

A Widow that has been chasing them jumps off the roof and onto the pole, slipping, but Natasha grabs onto her.

“I got you!” However, the Widow grabs her knife and slices Natasha’s hand, making her let go, so she falls. “No!”

The pole crashes to the side of the building, Yn and Yelena crashes into a window as Natasha falls off the side, crashing into the vents in the way.

Yelena groans and slowly gets up, using the wall for support. She limps over to where her wife is laying. “Yn, hey. Are you okay?”

“Lena, yeah. We have to go.”

Running down the stairs, out the door to where Natasha is, Yelena and Yn come to an abrupt stop, seeing her standing over a dead Widow.

Putting the vial back with the other’s being too late to free her, “Do you believe us now?” Yelena softly asks.

“How many others?”

“Enough.”

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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You’re mine | Florence Pugh

Pairing -> Girlfriend!Florence Pugh x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> You and your girlfriend are at the premiere of her new movie. When Sebastian makes a joke about you being his, Florence makes sure to show you that you’re only hers.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, thigh riding, dry humping, kinda dirty talk, possessive Florence

Wordcount -> 1.1k

A/N -> I want to thank @sergeantbarnessdoll for helping me with the title and the idea. She is just so hot, that also @sergeantbarnessdoll is gay now.😂😂 Divider made by @firefly-graphics. My requests are open, feel free to send an ask.

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You’re standing next to your girlfriend, Florence Pugh. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and now it’s the premiere of her new movie. So you’re in front of all those camera people. Your girlfriend has her arm wrapped around your waist, and smiles into the crowd of cameras.

Your eyes burn lightly from the flashes of the cameras. But with Florence’s arm around your waist, you feel safe, and it’s a bit of fun to pose for the people in front of you.

It's not the first time that the two of you are at a gala or a premiere, so you’re used to it, but sometimes you still prefer your home with your friends and family and without the paparazzi.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Florence mumbles into your ear, and you immediately blush.

The grin on her lips grows when she sees the light red on your cheeks. Her hand is stroking your side up and down. When you’re finished, you walk along the red carpet and to the other actors who are there today.

Your best friend, Sebastian Stan, stands with his husband next to a little table and looks at you. You wave at him, then you walk with Florence towards them.

“You two look gorgeous,” Chris says, his arm wrapped around his husband's waist.

“Thank you, but we all know she always looks gorgeous,” Florence says, making you blush again.

The effect she has on you is beyond belief. You never thought that someone could make you blush by just telling you you’re handsome or making you happy the way she does.

You place your head on her shoulder; your fingers are tangled with hers, still holding you tight at your waist.

“Want a drink too?” Seb asks and looks at the empty glass in front of him.

“If you continue, I need to carry you home." Chris laughs and kisses his husband's cheek.

Sebastian laughs softly; his nose is slightly scrunched, and you giggle.

“What’s so funny, babe?” Florence asks, following your eyes, which are still on Sebastian. “Mhm, do you like the man in front of you?”

“Just look at his scrunchy nose; that’s so cute,” you say, pointing to his nose, which is still slightly scrunched.

Chris and Florence burst out laughing when Sebastian tries to look at his nose. But then he looks at Florence, his blue eyes glittering in a way you know they do when he has a competition with someone.

“Guess it’s my girlfriend now,” he smirks at her.

Florence’s jaw drops slightly, and she furrows in confusion. But her gaze immediately changes when she pulls you closer. She holds you tight, looking at Sebastian with the same expression as he looks at her. Then she turns her face towards you and leans closer to your ear.

“I guess I need to show who you belong to,” she says quietly, smirking at the way your eyes widen slightly and your attempt to press your legs together.

“Excuse us, we need a few minutes,” Florence says, smirking at Sebastian, who’s eyes widen as well when he sees the way she looks.

Then she drags you to the restrooms. Because it’s a premiere, you have a restroom for yourself, so no one can interrupt you. And there are enough other toilets, so Florence knows the two of you have some time together.

Florence opens the door, pushes you into the small room, and closes the door behind her. Before you can react or ask what her plan is, she pushes you against the wall behind you. Her hands hold yours above your head, and she pushes her upper body against yours.

“Flo-“ you moan when she suddenly presses her leg between yours.

You throw your head back and look into her green eyes, focused on you. And the smirk on her lips when she hears your moan grows even wider. You can’t stop yourself from slowly moving your hips against her leg, finally getting some release.

“Such a slut, huh? Wanted your best friend to fuck you?” she asks, but you shake your head. “No? Mhm, it looked like that. Who do you belong to, babe?”

You moan when she presses her leg more between yours. You’re grinding against it, trying to get more friction. One of Florence’s hands lets go of your hand, and she wraps her hand around your neck, choking you slightly.

"Answer: Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours. Please, can I cum?” you ask, whining.

She laughs but shakes her hand. You grind more against her, trying to convince her with the way you move on her thigh or with your moans, which leave your lips. But she just grins and looks at her thigh.

Your panties are already soaked with your slick, like her thighs. Your moans get needier, your head is thrown back, and Florence uses that moment to kiss and bite into the sensitive skin of your neck. You’re turning into a moaning mess; the feeling in your stomach grows, and you can almost feel your orgasm. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy. But you don’t cum, not until Florence allows you to cum.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who is the one who can fuck you like that? Can touch you like that. The one who wants to hear those pretty moans of yours?”

“You. You, babe. I need to cum.”

She laughs, your hips moving faster against her leg. Your cunt drips, and with every move over her leg, you moan loudly. The hand she doesn’t hold in hers finds its way to her shoulders, trying to get some hold, a way to ground yourself from the growing pleasure.

“I love you, babe,” she mumbles, leaning closer and capturing your lips with hers.

Her soft lips move against yours, and the kiss is passionate but soft. When her tongue glides into your mouth, you moan and feel the orgasm hitting you. You cum all over her leg, squeezing around nothing. She smiles against your lips, biting your lip.

“I love you, too," you say, resting your forehead against hers and riding your orgasm out.

Your legs are still shaking, and you need a moment to catch your breath while Florence cleans her thigh. Then she walks back to you, kissing you once more and sliding her hand between your legs. Her fingers are stroking over your wet panties and she smirks.

“Haven’t told you you can cum, and you made a mess. I think we have to practice that,” she grins, getting a moan in response. Her green eyes show pure lust and anticipation.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #Florence Pugh smut #Florence Pugh x fem!reader #Florence Pugh x fem!reader smut #florence pugh fluff #Florence Pugh fanfic #Florence Pugh x fem!y/n #Florence Pugh x female reader #Florence Pugh x female y/n #lgbtq bingo #bingo of our own

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nataliasquote · 3 months

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For her | y belova

Summary: Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton…

Warnings: none

Pairings: yelena belova x reader

wc: 1.7k

note: I know it’s not christmas but I love this fic and couldn’t really wait an entire year :)

-⧗-

A classic Christmas movie played quietly on the tv in the living room, as the two women sat on the couch, snacking on pretzels and chips. The sun had set, so the room was lit up in a multitude of colour coming from the festive lights strung up outside.

Y/n had her feet tucked underneath her as she curled up on the couch, leaning into the arm rest. Yelena was stretched out across the seat, her toes occasionally jabbing into Y/n's thigh if she wanted to annoy her. It was a chilled out kind of evening, one they both needed.

They both reached for the m&m's, their hands bumping, making them both blush. "This is nice" Y/n hummed, before throwing a handful of candy into her mouth. Yelena nodded in agreement.

"We should make Christmas cookies tomorrow. Or gingerbread?" Y/n asked, hoping to get a reaction from her girlfriend. But Yelena just shrugged, her eyes not moving from the tv screen.

Y/n furrowed her brow in concern. "Lena?" She asked, turning her body to face the blonde.

"Hm?" Yelena hummed in response.

"You ok baby?" Yelena still didn't turn around, but Y/n knew not to push. She looked deep in thought. "What's going on inside that gorgeous head of yours?"

"It's the first Christmas" Yelena whispered.

"Babe, we've been dating for 3 years. This is our 3rd Christmas together." Y/n laughed, trying to cover up the confusion she had over her girlfriends comment.

"It's the first Christmas without her" Yelena's voice wobbled dangerously and Y/n watched her jaw tense as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

A silence hung over the room, only broken by the quiet mumbling of voices coming from the tv. Y/n could see Yelena's throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed thickly, and she tried to figure out what to say next.

But she didn't say anything. Instead, Y/n climbed off the couch and knelt in front of her girlfriend, gently placing a hand on her knee.

"Hey, Lena, look at me."

Yelena turned her head to look at her, her eyes refusing to let the tears spill over.

"I know you miss her. It's ok to. But she's not fully gone." Yelena tilted her head in confusion. "She's in here. Always." Y/n placed her hand over Lena's heart, and the blonde placed her hand on top, giving it a light squeeze. "Why don't we go visit her on Christmas, yeah? You can put that gift, yeah I know you've got one in your closet, you can put it next to her. I'm sure she'll love it."

Yelena smiled a bit at Y/n's words, before pulling the smaller girl off the floor and into her lap for a hug. The pair sat in each other's arms, wrapped in the tightest hug.

"Why don't we finish this movie and then go snuggle in bed. And then we can paint each other's nails all festive!" Y/n suggested, and Yelena nodded.

Y/n stood up off her girlfriend's lap and made her way over to the fridge, pulling out 2 glass coke bottles. She placed them on the coffee table and Yelena instantly brought hers up to her mouth, shuddering at the cold bubbles. The pair clinked their bottles together, Yelena smiling at the sight.

"You 'cheers' your bottle how Nat used to. She always held the top and clinked the bottom. Though one time she was so rough she broke the top off my vodka. I made her buy me a new one though." Yelena's eyes lit up as she told the story and Y/n smiled, proud to see her girlfriend talking about happy memories of her sister.

Loud christmas music started up on the tv, making both girls jump. They pulled their focus back to the movie for a while, before Yelena spoke up again.

"Y/n/n?” Yelena whined.

"Yessssss??" Y/n mimicked the tone her girlfriend used.

"Stop it!" She giggled. "Can you braid my hair?"

"What's the magic word?" Y/n smirked.

"Cyka" Yelena joked, seeing Y/n raise an eyebrow.

"I think you'll find it's 'please'"

"Fine! Please... cyka"

"Oh you are this close" Y/n made a tiny gap with her fingers "to sleeping on the couch tonight." She huffed.

"Ok ok. Please baby. Please can you braid my hair?"

Y/n just rolled her eyes. "You know how to braid! Do it yourself."

Yelena crawled closer to her girlfriend. "Yeah but you do it better. Plus, I want you to do it how you did Nat's."

Y/n softly smiled at how vulnerable her love was being. Yelena was very rarely like this. "Ok. Come on. You can sit here." She patted the floor between her legs, on which Yelena instantly plopped herself down on.

Y/n grabbed the hair tie from the table and began sectioning Yelena's hair into 3 parts, intricately weaving them to create a dutch braid. Yelena kept stuffing her mouth with m&ms whilst Y/n moaned at her to keep still so the braid would be straight.

Y/n braided all the way down her head until she got to the top of Yelena's neck. "I'll braid a little bit more and then tie it off, because your hair is still wavy from today's braids and I think it looks cute."

As Y/n tied off the braid, Yelena reached her hand up to feel her new hairstyle, only to have her hand slapped away.

"Don't touch it! I'm not done yet." Y/n ordered, meaning Yelena just stuck her hand back into the bowl of candy, chewing loudly. Y/n rolled her eyes and started pulling the braid out to give it some volume. She also pulled at the hair on top of Yelena's head, to add volume to the front.

"Now you can touch it." She said, sinking back into the couch cushion.

Yelena jumped up and walked over to the mirror, turning her head to check out her hair. "I love it!" She turned back to Y/n, who was watching her with adoration in her eyes. "And I love you!" She ran over and tackled Y/n into a hug, planting kisses all over her face and neck. The pair connected their lips and Y/n rolled over to straddle Yelena, swiping her tongue across the girl's lower lip. Yelena moaned and opened her mouth, but they were interrupted by Yelena's phone buzzing.

She groaned, pushing Y/n off her lap and walking over to the table where it was on charge. Y/n watched her girlfriend's expression change from happiness to stone cold.

"Who is it?" Y/n asked.

Yelena continued to stare at her phone, before muttering "I need to go."

She stormed over to the cupboard and pulled out a black bag, emptying its contents onto the floor. Y/n's eyes never once left Yelena, confused as to what was happening.

The blonde assassin stripped out of her plaid pyjama pants and oversized sweatshirt, before slipping into her black suit, zipping it up all the way. Y/n eyes went widened in realisation.

"Lena.." Her voice was dangerously low.

"Don't, Y/n" Yelena warned as she strapped her widow bite cuffs onto her wrists.

"You found him, didn't you." She asked, afraid of the answer. She knew Nat would be heartbroken if she knew what her sister was doing, but Yelena wouldn't listen. She always stormed out whenever Y/n brought it up.

"Don't wait up for me." Yelena strapped her gun to her thigh and checked her grappling hook was secure in her belt, her back now completely towards Y/n. She knew if she looked towards her girlfriend, all she'd see is disappointment, so she chose not to.

"Lena please. It's Christmas..." No response. "You know Nat wouldn-"

"Don't say her name!" Yelena growled.

Y/n didn't say anything, only swallowing as she saw how tense Yelena was. She carefully got up off the couch and walked over to Yelena, who had picked up her head cover and goggles. She wrapped her arms around the assassin's waist, leaning her chin on her shoulder.

"Stay safe. Please. I cant lose you too." She whispered, her voice dangerously close to breaking. Yelena turned around and pressed a kiss on Y/n forehead, wrapped her muscular arms around her shoulders.

"I'll be ok. I'll be back before you know it. Go to sleep baby and I'll be there when you wake up." Y/n sighed, inhaling her girlfriend's scent one more time before they both broke away from the hug.

Y/n helped her put her head cover on, adjusting the goggles so they sat right on her face. She kissed Yelena once more on the cheek, before letting her walk out the door of the apartment.

After Yelena left, Y/n walked to the window on the opposite side of the room and watched the pavement as she saw Yelena walk out of the main door and onto the street. She followed her girl's figure until she turned a corner and disappeared from view.

Y/n took a shaky breath in as worry started to take over. Her hands shook slightly as she clasped them together, taking one last look out of the window before walking back into the living room.

She sunk onto the couch and placed her head in her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks. One hand made it's way to the necklace that hung around her neck, her fingers clutching onto the silver arrow charm.

"I'm sorry Nat" She whispered, before her voice broke into sobs.

The once festive apartment now had a darkness hanging over it, one that should not be associated with Christmas.

#marvel #fanfic #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #yelena belova x female reader

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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This Could Be Fun…💋

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Smut: Thigh riding (R), Choking(R), Fingering (R), Face-Riding(F), Double-Ended Strap(R/F), Light Role-Play(Yelena 🤪), Squirting(R), Jealousy, Mommy(F), Good Girl(R), Really soft shit, and kinda humorous if you squint.

Minors DNI | 18+ |

Anon Request: Hi can I request a Florence Pugh X Fem Reader where Reader accidentally told Florence that her favourite character that Florence played is Yelena. So one day when Florence finished filming for a Yelena scene, she went home with the costume and talked in a Russian accent and R is turned on, thank you!

I realize now that I kinda deviated in how Flo found out, but I promise the core concept of reader being horny for Yelena is there 😂

“My beautiful girl, can you bring the popcorn?" Florence calls out to you from the couch, she'd already gotten rather comfy in the cocoon of blankets, and couldn't be bothered to get up. "Already on it baby." You announce as you're settling down beside her with the bowl, an array of candy and two ice cold cans of Cola.

Florence softly smiles at you, admiring your soft, beautiful features, and efficient nature. Leaning forward she makes a move for the popcorn, but she'd really been on the move to steal a kiss. Your shocked squeaks lead her to giggle into the kiss, and she soon pulls back triumphantly, her heart absolutely fluttering at the sight of your adoring expression, lips now tingling, and with a hand covered in butter.

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"Shall we begin then?" Florence smirks to herself at the residual shock that laces your tone, she opts for reaching over you to grab the remote, pressing play in silent confirmation, leaning into your side and fixing her gaze to the screen as your Marvel movie marathon begins.

Once the bowl of popcorn had been finished Florence laid against the back of the couch, her hands tugging at your shirt so you fall in line. Instantly melting into her embrace, and lacing your fingers with her own over your abdomen. Moments like this are everything to the actress, filming tends to take her away a lot, so in the rare softer moments like these she soaks it up; it's no secret, you've always been her safety net.

Your job is equally as tiring, so she knows just how much it's taking for you to even keep your eyes open long enough to watch the sequence of all of 'Natasha's best films' as you requested, and being the Scarlett stan that Florence is she had no problem conceding to the request. Currently though she'd been forced to watch herself traipsing around the screen, and as much as she loves her acting gig there's just something odd about seeing yourself up there.

In an act of avoidance her eyes instead fell to your calmed face, your obviously tired eyes managing to still hold such attention as you watched your long time lover on the screen. Florence herself hadn't realized it yet, but as much as you loved Natasha, Yelena had been the focus of your current affection, something about your girlfriend in the skin tight suit flawlessly kicking ass, coupled with her deep Russian accent had you feeling things.

Granted, you'd both been far too exhausted to handle those sorts of needs, but it didn't stop your bodies squirming whenever she'd do something on screen that caught your eye. Florence was a bit perplexed at your sudden inability to stay still, but even in her exhausted state she began to notice a pattern within your movements—you were turned on, and had she not caught your eyes shamelessly transfixed upon Yelena's—her—body she might've even been offended, but she now found herself beyond excited.

A great amount of devious thoughts flooded her mind while you finished the movie off, none the wiser to your girlfriends findings. Florence's hand covered yours on the remote, "Baby love, I think it's time we call it a night.," Your lazy grumblings of refusal were met by her deep laughter, the natural rasp doing nothing at all to satiate the built up tension between your legs, and she knew it too.

"We both work tomorrow morning, and if we watch another movie then you'll be a grump.," You roll around in her hold to tiredly glare at her, and she audibly aww's at the sight of you. "Goodness Y/N/N, you're just so adorable.," Her laughter only increased when your glare deepened, and you tried to escape her grasp.

"'M not adorable, I'm a monster, hear me roar." You tiredly slurred, a pathetic whimper meant to be a roar falling from your lips, and Flo just stares at you with wide eyes., "Yeah, you're my tired, adorable baby, close your eyes now...," Her hand then rubbing soothing circles against your temple cuts your deluded protests off, and an accomplished smile overtakes her features.

"I love you Lena.," Florence holds back a snort so that she doesn't give way to your slip up, no, she plans to instead use it to her later benefit. "I love you too Y/N/N...," she observes your tired smile as she places a kiss to your temple, then she too slips into a blissful nights rest.

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Florence had been so busy all month long that you'd barely had a chance to see her since the movie marathon, and it's been nothing short of dreadful for you, waking up alone most days, and craving the warmth of your lover always. Between her prolonged days of shooting her newest Marvel project, to doing a press tour for her upcoming movie with the likes of Zendaya she'd barely been home.

Not to mention that when she was home she'd usually only have time to eat, sleep, and lest we forget torture you as she lived her day to day speaking in her entirely too hot Russian accent so that it'd be consistent when she was filming. Your need for her only being heightened every time she spoke to you with said inflection. Little did you know Florence saw every time you squeezed your thighs, or held your breath, and she was having the time of her life teasing. Truthfully, she couldn't wait for the day she could finally have you, and thankfully, today was her final day on set, she told you she'd be home a little later than expected, but that she should at least be home in time for dinner.

So, you'd then spent all day preparing for the reunion, cringing as you cleaned up around the forgotten about house, then again when you spent the early evening pampering yourself. Now, you're stood in the kitchen recreating one of her 'Cooking with Flo's' recipes for her, and recording the whole thing too, all while dressed in only a gorgeous red, lacy pair of lingerie.

Once satisfied with the food, having seasoned her wrap fillings with a tinge more spice than your own you'd wrapped them up and settled them into the fridge. Then you headed off upstairs to change, or better yet, to throw something onto your body, because as much as you'd love to be taken on arrival you also felt like slowly wooing her would be equally as fun.

A black halter top dress that left you braless, and tightly squeezed against your body in all the right places is what you settled on wearing for the at home dinner with your girlfriend. Adding on a select few silver pieces to entice the woman's gaze upon your breasts and hands. Finally, settling on a bare face as Flo has told you she very much preferred you that way, your lips the only thing glistening as you'd applied just a thin layer of clear gloss.

With a last look over you sighed at the sight of yourself, the anticipation for what's to come filling you with an anxious excitement as you made your way down the stairs; collecting the food, two flutes, and a ice bin with a bottle of merlot tucked within as you made your way to the shaded patio to patiently await your lover.

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Florence was as quiet as a mouse when she finally entered the house, shh-ing the awaiting dog, then making sure the coast was still clear as she quietly ran up the stairs. The only reason she was even running late was because she'd been planning to pull a Scarlett Johansson, and had to wait until Hailee texted her the all clear before she sprinted off to her car with the stolen goods, instantly throwing it into drive, and smirking the whole way home as she'd successfully completed her heist.

Shooting off a text, "I'm about twenty minutes out my love, I'll meet you out back. 😘❤️," she then set her phone with live footage of the deck onto the counter of your shared bathroom. Nerves of all sorts causing her skin to itch and burn as she squeezed her body back into the tight suit she'd adorned for months on end, and it never seemed to get any easier either. Yelena's signature rings were her own pieces, so they'd remained on her fingers all day.

The only dilemma the woman was met with was the length of her hair, it wasn't long anymore, so the typical braid wasn't an option. Fortunately for her though you loved her short locks, so there was no need to waste her time with applying extensions. If anything, you're getting an exclusive Yelena that no one else ever will, so she settled on slicking her hair back, applying a thick layer of eyeliner followed by a pink tinted gloss, then she left the room with a spritz of cologne and a cheeky smile.

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Florence was running a tad bit late for your liking, as dinner was usually at 7:30 at the latest since both of your bedtimes had slowly gotten earlier as the years had flown on by. You'd no longer been the carefree idiots who spent their nights dancing away their sleep, to then spend their mornings chugging down coffee before racing off to your respective jobs. No, now you two spend your nights inside, watching movies, or entertaining new hobbies. Like Florence's newest obsession with knitting, at this point you already had a new set of Fall attire.

Nevertheless, you both have the next week off, so with what you'd already had in mind for tonight the bedtime wasn't much of an issue. Still, it was approaching eight o'clock, and your patience was wearing thin the longer you were left to stare at the enticing bottle, so you popped it open and poured yourself a glass.

"Oh detka... What ever happened to patience? Thought you were my good girl," Your spine straightened as her low, accented voice sent shivers throughout the entirety of your body. Florence took great pleasure in seeing just how quickly she could have you begging for her if she played all her cards right tonight.

Florence takes a few long strides in your direction, hands on your shoulders to keep you facing away, not wanting the reveal to happen just yet., "Dinner smells good moya lyubov'.," she whispers into your ear, smirk present as she places a soft kiss behind your ear, loving the way you squirm under her touch entirely too much at the Russian terms of endearment.

"I-I made your famous lettuce wraps, why don't you take a seat, and I'll pour you a glass." You stutter as Florence's lips brush across your bare shoulders, and you are encased in the aroma that is your favorite cologne of hers., "How considerate of you honey...," She purrs, lips parting to harshly suck at your warm skin, and pulling a shocked moan from your throat.

Florence drags her hand over the freshly marked skin, goosebumps rising as the cold metal moves across the heated surface, and she smiles, appreciating how reactive your body is. "Sit now and there might even be a show...," you lowly tease, finally getting your mind in check, Florence slowly pulls away from you, totally admiring your renewed confidence, "Ooh, dinner and a show, color me intrigued.,"

Slowly she moves around the table, smirking with her back to you when she hears you gasp. Your mouth had suddenly run dry at the sight of your lover in her suit, the accent and pet names all making sense now as you see her. Her short blonde hair was slicked back with a little volume added to her bangs, giving her a soft look that completely contradicted the way she was carrying herself in the suit. It was as if her confidence had transcended it's normal bounds, and as hot as it was, it was not helping you keep your cool in the slightest.

Slamming back your wine you quickly pour yourself another, then move to fill hers as she settles in her seat across from you wearing a smug smile. You somehow manage to avert your gaze from the alluring woman sat before you, moving about silently to serve the food, and just as you were about to take your seat Florence yanks you into her lap, chuckling lowly as you squeal, and then within the next second she's pulling you into a deep kiss, her tongue shoving it's way into your mouth while her hands felt you up over your thin dress.

"The food smells delicious honey..." Florence cooly compliments, as if she's completely unaffected after making out with you, while you're left there sat on her lap gasping for air. You want nothing more than to make her squirm, so once you regain some composure you shift around in her lap, the hand on your hip telling you vacating completely wasn't exactly an option., "Thank you Flossy..."

Florence began to eat her lettuce wrap, a moan of approval falling right against your ear as she leans over you to keep the both of you clean. Her every attempt at making you squirm was beyond effective, and it was getting annoying. While she was distracted you reached across the table to grab your phone, pulling up the video., "Flo, I did promise you a show..."

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You're stood in the kitchen, a perplexed expression on your face as you settled the phone down, and as soon as you were sure it's recording you're smiling like a total dork., "Hello everybody, welcome back to another cooking with Y/N/N!" You shriek towards the camera., "Today we'll be making my beautiful girlfriend, Florence Pugh's, famous lettuce wraps, but first, let me tell you..." You pause, fanning yourself down with your hand for emphasis., "It's really fucking hot in here...,” Then with a rather smooth movement your oversized shirt is flying across the kitchen, revealing your new lingerie set, a deep shade of red that reflects against you perfectly.

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Florence's hand harshly grips at your hip, her other reaches out to pause the video, and a harsh breath is released., "Detka, care to define everybody...," You giggle over a bite of your food., "Oh, wouldn't you like to know...," you shift in her lap until your noses are touching., "Tell me Flossy, what if I told you I was on live, how would that make you feel honey? Knowing that everyone else saw what was yours.."

Florence's hand swiftly wraps around your throat, squeezing harshly to cut your taunting off, and as you gasp she pulls you in for a possessive kiss, "Don't fuck with me on this.," she growls against your lips, and you whimper when she bites your bottom lip harsh enough to draw blood., "I-It was just for you Flo..."

She releases her hold on your throat, and pulls back with an accomplished smirk., "Good girl.," Florence chuckles as you whine with obvious need, leaning over you she presses play on your phone, then her hand lands atop of your thigh, and you sigh, knowing damn well it's nowhere close to an innocent touch.

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With a knife in hand you begin to chop up the fillings: tomatoes, mushrooms, zucchini, and garlic, then just as you finished dicing it all up you leaned onto the chopping block. Your breasts were spilling over the edge of your brazier., "You know, the thing I love most about this dish is just how simple it is.," you smile softly as you slide all the fillings into an already sizzling pan, and then you lift your glass of water to your lips., "Really, all I had to do was cut up a few vegetables, and voilà."

You settled your glass on the counter when your playlist landed on Naughty Girl by Beyoncé., "I love this song!," and your hips immediately began to move along to the beat.

"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl, I'm callin' all my girls, we're gonna turn this party out.," You sing along, "I know you want my body.," your hands travel slowly over your breasts, slightly pushing them to cause them to briefly spill out, then down your abdomen before you spin around and give her a teasing view of your ass.

You spin right back around, throwing a sweet wink to the camera., "I love to love you baby (I love to love you baby)...," then you're slowly returning to the stove to stir up the nearly finished food while still unconsciously moving along with the beat., "See? Easy peasy..."

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While watching the scandalous dancing her right hand not so subtly made its way up your leg, and under your dress as you'd expected. She gasped when her hand discovered your, bare, wet core, "Fuck, you're such a whore.," Florence used both of her hands to manhandle you until your dress was bunched up at your hips, a loud moan leaving your throat as your cunt is pressed into her leather covered thigh., "Moya krasivaya angel, ride my thigh...," she breathlessly whispered into your ear, her lips latch onto your shoulder, sucking harshly in a feverish attempt to mark you up, as her hands then rose up to pull your dress down from the top as well, blindly grasping at your breasts.

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You finished plating up the lettuce wraps, lifting the plate up to show off the final product to the camera, smiling proudly as you did., "I'm adding some hot sauce to this set because my sweet girl like's it a bit spicy..." You playfully muse, winking at the camera before blowing your love a kiss and ending the video.

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"Oh fucking hell.," You groan, the leather of her suit now drenched as you fall over the edge and into a state of bliss., "Well damn detka, how am I going to return this suit back to the set now?" Florence taunts, her own accent briefly slipping through as she can't exactly contain her amusement., "Don't.," you quietly plead, and her eyebrows furrow at your unwavering attraction to the Russian spy she plays on screen., "Listen honey, I know you love Yelena, but I don't think I can really compete."

It was playful enough, but the insecurity was still lying somewhere beneath her words so you shifted, groaning as your sensitive folds were made to slide across the leather as you did so., "Oh lovey, there's absolutely no competition.," you coo, hands cupping her cheeks to pull her into a soft kiss., "I love you both the same.," you then teasingly whispered against her lips, bursting into laughter when she pushed you backwards and stood up with you in her arms.

Grumbling the entire way into your house you couldn't fight the way her unnecessary jealousy had amused you., "Oh Flossy, I promise my love for Yelena is only face value, and that's because she shares your likeness... Please, let's get you out of the suit, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me my sweetest girl..."

She failed to respond to you, leaving you to ponder if she'd actually been hurt by your previous statements., "Flo?," she ignored you, tossing your barely covered form onto the bed, then straddled you as best she could before her lips were slamming into yours with clear purpose, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her strong hands rip the offensive dress pooling at your hips in half, and you whimper as a new wave of arousal courses throughout your body at her show of pure strength.

Every simple touch of hers sends your nerves alight, and you find it exceptionally hard to breathe once her fingers collect your wetness that's been slowly dripping onto the sheets, and without much warning her digits slide right into your awaiting cunt, your warm walls more than welcoming as they suck her right in., "Shit!" She curses, pulling away from your lips and trailing her kisses down your jawline as her fingers continue to brutally pump into you.

Already sensitive from your previous orgasm it doesn't take long for the blonde to build you up, and she knows it to by the way your hips are moving against her thrusts, and by just how shaky each breath you take in is. Not wanting to miss this one she trails her kisses back up your jaw, then after placing a firm kiss to your lips, and enjoying the way you can barely keep up with her she leans on her elbow to see you.

Watching every twitch of your face when she rubs against that spot deep within you, and with her own needs emerging she didn't hold back anymore, her pace increased, the sounds of your wetness filling the room along with your never ending string of moans as her thumb began to rub fast circles on your clit. "Come on, let go for me detka, I want you to come undone all over mommy's fingers.,"

As soon as the words left her mouth your walls were fluttering around her fingers, the title having always been like her secret weapon., "That's right honey, look at you fucking my hand, always trying to be mommy's good girl.," Your legs were shaking as she slammed her fingers into you against the building resistance, your back arching off the bed as your vision became spotted, and with a final scream that left your throat burning your orgasm had ripped right through you, and drenched the woman's hand.

Florence watched in absolute awe as your body trembled beneath hers until you were suddenly falling slack against the mattress, and then her eyes were fixated on the slick that covered her fingers as she slowly pulled them out of you., "Fuck..." she was absolutely reeling as she popped them into her mouth, your delicious arousal coating the entirety of her tastebuds.

Florence felt the wetness pooling between her legs steadily increasing at the sight of your blissed out face, a truly uncomfortable feeling when one is wearing a skintight leather suit. Every little noise you made only made her that much needier, "Fuck! I'm going to ride that pretty little face of yours, and then I'm going to leave you a babbling mess as I fuck you dumb with my cock, sound good printsessa?"

The blonde laughs, a deep raspiness settling within her tone as she watched you violently nod in agreement., "Use your words...," you then took in a set of deep breaths, still trying to recover yourself., "Please mommy, I want you to ride my face, want to taste you so bad.," Florence groans, lips latching onto yours while your shaky hands fidgeted with the zipper of her suit, eventually managing to push it all the way down, but getting it all off of her proved more difficult than either of you anticipated.

Florence leaned back, straddling you as she fought to get her arms out of the clingy fabric, you watched on excitedly as her breasts fell free, and it took all of your strength not to reach up and grab onto them, Florence smirked down at you when she realized what you'd wanted, but her unrelenting need to have your tongue deep inside of her temporarily overruled your mouth around her nipples.

"Shit!" She cursed, jumping off the bed to shimmy out of the remaining piece of the suit, and sighing once a stream of cold air rushed over her heated core. Florence went to climb back into the bed, but she managed to trip over the heap of leather on the floor, squealing as her upper body landed on the mattress.

Your pure laughter truly warmed her heart, and melted away the budding annoyance. "What's so funny?," she asked in faux anger, her face now hovering above yours as she had finally managed to climb back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, "That's what I thought." After a quick peck to your lips, and a reassuring wink she was now smiling down at you as her puffy, dripping cunt hovered over your chin., "Go on now baby, show mommy just how much she means to you.," you didn't have to be told twice either, your arms anchored around her thighs to hold her down, and your tongue licked a broad stripe through her folds, moaning as soon as you got a taste of your lovers sweet arousal.

Florence wasted no time in meeting your tongues efforts either, grinding down and smearing her abundant arousal all over your face, and your mind was absolutely blissed out. If there was one place you'd like to be for the rest of your life it was between Flo's thighs, and the woman loudly moaning above you had no pending complaints with the idea either.

With every delicious thrust, and swirl of your tongue Florence's hips would grind in rhythm, and once you managed to angle your face it was a wrap for the woman; your nose managing to rub against her clit in just the right way that had her screaming your name as her body lurched forward into the headboard, and had her releasing into your mouth.

After you'd managed to gather every last bit of her arousal until she was whimpering mess atop of you she slowly removed herself, and climbed down the bed until her lips could meet yours for a slow kiss, a far cry from every other shared tonight, and the love was overflowing. Her tongue swirled around the roof of your mouth, remnants of your arousal still remained on her tongue as she got a taste of her own when her tongue slowly slid around yours.

Once Florence was content with the soft moment shared she slowly pulled back, chuckling when your lips began to chase hers, "Oh sweet girl, I'm about to fucking ruin you..." You barely had time to register her words before she was clambering off the bed and to the drawer full of toys where she collected the thick, harness-less double ended strap, slipping her end in with relative ease, but groaning all the same at the sudden fullness she felt.

Her eyes were blown out when she stared at you from beside the bed, slowly approaching you as if you were her prey meant for nothing less than devouring, and honestly, in the moment it was not an untrue statement. Florence slowly climbed back into the bed, with far more grace this time around, and her eyes never lost sight of your own, internally beaming at the healthy fear that was settled beneath your outwardly calmed stare.

“Look at mommy’s good girl, patiently waiting for me to give you what you need… Color?” Your body shivered at the thought of her earlier promises., “Green mommy…,” Flo smirked at your eagerness, and with an unannounced quick thrust she’d bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck!” Your hands were quick to grip onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, and the pain of it all was quickly overlooked by the both of you when she began to rock her hips.

Florence’s pace was nothing short of brutal, and when you had managed to latch onto her nipple as it continuously flitted over your mouth with each harsh thrust of her hips she found she was able to fuck into you even faster. The blonde was near the edge again, and with how tightly you were clinging to her strap she knew you were too, but she wanted to see you coming undone, so without warning she used her strong arms to flip the both of you., “Ride my cock baby, come on, I know you can do it.”

Somehow you managed to find the strength to rise up, your mouth relinquishing it’s hold on her breast, and your hands then replaced it as you used them for leverage when you began to bounce. Florence’s hands were quick to aide you, settling on your hips as she guided you over her cock whenever your movements so much as faltered. The view of you never failed to keep her aroused, your blitzed out face, your gorgeously bouncing tits, and your pussy that was completely devouring the strap was more than enough to push her over the edge when the strap rubbed against her just right.

Her back arched off the bed, and her hips thrusted up into you so harshly that you fell forward with a scream, your lover was still able to catch you in her dizzy state, and was quick to twist and slam you into the mattress again. Fucking you through your orgasm, and sending you directly into the buildup for the next one, and her never faltering hips got you there fast. In her attempts to prolong, and reach another high of her own she actually had you on the verge of passing out.

Florence was absolutely stunned when after another few thrusts she felt your arousal as it drenched her thighs, and the bed beneath. Coupled with your distant, glazed over eyes, and incoherent babbles, it had her keeping to her promise and then some. The fact that you just squirted left her feeling accomplished, and was so fucking hot that she collapsed into your body as her high came crashing right over her.

While your muscles continued to lightly spasm, and your eyes were closed your girlfriend slowly crawled out of the bed, disposing of the drenched strap, as she then ventured off into the bathroom on shaky legs on a hunt for a warm washcloth so she could clean you up. When she returned she found you blankly staring up at the ceiling, your chest having somewhat returned to a normal rise and fall, and she slowly made her presence known with a finger tracing over your thigh.

“Hey sweet girl, I need to clean up…” She cooed, then with a nod from you she ran the cloth over you, starting with your face, followed up by your thighs, and with a hand on your hip to hold you down she lightly ran the rag over your most sensitive parts., “Shh, it’s okay love.”

Then she lifted you off the bed, placing you on the toilet while she expertly exchanged the bedding out, and returned to the restroom with your favorite shirt of hers, and a pair of panties that she quickly dressed you in before handling the remainder of both of your nightly hygiene. As fast as she’d removed you, she had returned you to the comfort of your shared bed, then after dressing herself she climbed in beside you, and ran her fingers down the side of your body while watching your eyes slowly regaining a semblance of consciousness.

“That was so fucking hot Flo, I never realized you’d figured out all about my secret crush.” You managed to say as you finally came back to earth, and the blonde cackled as she stared you down., “Baby, it was kind of hard not to notice when you squirmed every time I came onto the screen.” You giggled, and attempted to bury your face into the pillow, but she was quick to stop you, cupping your cheeks and gently pecking your lips.

“Ooh, maybe I can dress up for you next time!,” Florence snorted loudly against your shoulder, “Yeah? As who?,” You quirked your brows as you gave it a good pondering., “Princess Leia?” Florence burst into a fit of laughter., “Baby, since when have I ever shown interest in her?”You shrugged, burrowing further into the bed as you adoringly stared up at your girlfriend with those beautiful, tired eyes of yours.

Florence noticed your exhaustion, and the ways you were desperately trying to fight it. She leaned forward to softly kiss your forehead, followed by your nose, then finally your lips., “We’ll revisit this later baby; for now let’s get some sleep, and come morning we’ll take a relaxing bath together then order in, okay?” You nodded gratefully, nuzzling into her, and placing a kiss to her neck as you settled in.

“Goodnight my love.,” Florence coos, lips gentle as they lay a kiss to the top of your head., “Goodnight Lena.,” you tiredly mumble, and your girlfriend huffs when she thinks you’ve subconsciously chosen her character once more, but your uncontainable laughter, and shaking body lead way to the truth., “You’re such an asshole!,” she groans as she pushes away from you, but you do your best to hold her tight.

“Yeah, but I’m you’re asshole…” She hums, resettling into the spot beside you as she pulls you close, “That you are, my lovable ass.” You chuckle., “Goodnight Flossy, I love you.,” The blonde smirks., “and I love you too detka…”

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